the last sunday of march

the last sunday of march by this battered marker a first nations family brought light though it was once much darker and i can’t help but wonder why out of all places they chose the trail of tears and took photos with smiling faces this sign is remembrance of unthinkable pain when land that they... Continue Reading →


yes, roses are red until they’re dead fading, they turn violet their hue subtle and quiet in death, roses are black but the crimson will be back


is there anything like what i call a tennessee hike roaming the countryside with her as my guide   where i once felt depressed in a place i detest now i realize i was blind trapped in that state of mind   you may not understand unless you've seen it firsthand but everything i treasure... Continue Reading →

how quickly

how quickly the snow comes how quickly it fades away   how quickly wonder turns to glum how quickly everything turns grey

  i hope this stone means what it says and there are no empty promises filling your head   i hope this feels like home where you never fear that you're alone or unloved because you are welcome here

the winter chill

the winter chill in the air means it's quiet overhead but the silence of the trees doesn't mean they're dead just asleep, hibernating like a bear  

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