“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” John Milton, Paradise Lost Dry eyes stared unblinking through the windshield, until cars, and lights, and asphalt became an almost unintelligible blur. I had cried out all my tears again. Nothing remained except a sharp, insistent … Continue reading A Hell of Heaven: Moments That Define
Five minutes to noon. I drag my rebellious body from the covers, forcing my heavy limbs to move up and down and forward, slowly making my way down the hallway. I couldn’t even attempt to stand up before now. My heart flutters and thunders irregularly. Racing. Aching. Breath comes only in short gasps. In the … Continue reading No Matter What, Keep Starting Over!
I just heard it again yesterday: “Adulting is hard.” We all can relate to that reality, but the mode of expression always brings a chuckle to my internal self. During my college years, I remember watching the rise of this verbal extension (adulting) with some amusement, and I’ve wondered if there’s ever been a generation … Continue reading Childhood Is Overrated
A sudden light has caught my eye Auroras flash beyond grey sky Like burst of breath, and fluff of white My dandelion spirit flight A rush of tingling scarlet juice When berries bursting bathe the tooth My synapses in rapture grope The flavor of this morsel– Hope Continue reading A Beautiful Morsel
My mind is the mind of poets They comprehend my ill Yet—ah—my faltering artistry Falls far behind them still There burned a familiar pathos There pierced a familiar thorn There thrilled a familiar fancy In those who penned before Still beckoning from their pages So eloquent the lines Whose tones like silk and … Continue reading Poets
~Don’t be a hypocrite. If you wish others to be open minded, open your own mind.~ I have a little confession to make—I don’t like one-way streets! In all my years I never have been able to settle upon even one good reason for their existence. Apparently the system was first introduced to London in … Continue reading One Way Streets
Within my skull a stranger roams Away across the cobblestones So long upon the weary way So long in homeward coming One more bend my heart recalls ‘Til wistful gaze discern the walls of home Oh the sweet sight of home! An end for all my roving See it now? The open door— My barefoot … Continue reading Homecoming