My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
I head over to Kings Lumber Yard climb up on a pile of wood and wait for the rain. clouds move slowly covering what little sunshine that seems to be on the rise; but as a kid with skinned knees I carry hope in my jean pocket rather than a rabbits footmy friend Janey sits under a …
Morning cup of coffee held with both handsSun is on the rise with sand under my feet I walkSounds of the sea are a lullaby Meditational Om a direct line to my hearts beat Continuous regardless of how my spirit feelsHere in this place tiny island New England heaven I can breathe I can weep …
Nature does not come to me naturally It does not draw me in and enchant me Mesmerizing dancing fantasies It does not set my inner child free Holding the fear close - irrational push pull The child holds it close occasionally letting it go Nature does not entice my lioness spirit to roar Or prompt …
Tree branches bend and shuffle an old soft shoe saw dust on the floor scat to the seductive blow of the wind the strength and force of Mother Nature the female mother Queen of Rag Queen Bee stings like a bitch stings with venom and a cure to sooth the wretched soul a force to …
Trilby Yates 