when i wrote yesterday’s post about the upcoming production of my written work at New Route Theatre, i knew that i wasn’t telling the entire
for those of you who have asked me to explain my “get barbie to normal” donation campaign, here it is. : ) when i was
A Mother…. A mother is the heartbeat of the essence of a laugh. A mother holds the future and knows each moment passed. She is
Buttons….Dashes….& Clouds. Dunk Clouds of Hope in your coffee each day, Button yourself to your Dreams. Dash off to your Heart when your World goes
Running into Life Life smacked me in the face while I was looking the other way and he said I should be watching where I
Absence It was the absence of a soundtrack that confused me. I’ve never been one for that type of action movie anyway.
i guess i had more brain cleaning to do….and so here’s a poem to sum up today’s thoughts…. disorganized brilliance. i am caught
My Hero The sidewalk’s slowly cracking now. The attic light has dimmed. The giving tree gave all the poems she saved. The bearded man’s moaning
this was actually written as a song, but i don’t write music….yet. : ) i’m open to ideas & revamps if anyone wants to work on
i measure my depth in centimeters…. sometimes i’m as deep as a puddle and can’t fathom the fathoms you feel. i’m the wittiest one in