Take me to the desert with mountains at our side, walk with me in shadows, let nature be our guide We’ll stroll amongst the cacti,
From the North we travelled, left just as autumn’s brilliance retreated under the startling white of winter’s cold breath Drove through towns grayed by overcast
One hand clutches expectations while the other clings to walls, desperately seeking purpose I have prayed for direction, a driving need for acceptance, a longing
(Note: This is an edited version of the poem Self-Delusion, originally written in May of 2014. The imagery was inspired by a dream of a
This old house wraps itself around me, radiates the warmth of memories, a solid testament to the passage of time, offers space to grow, a
“Love,” my grandmother told me, “is a four-letter word.” “She was beautiful as a young woman, and everyone wanted to court her,” her sister explained.