Scribbled Canvas

Life is often not what you think it is. People are often not who you think they are. How sad that so many pretend… I fail myself for I...

Oh, my sweet girl in ladybug boots how lovely your wonder as you step to the call of puddles, and mud, and places mommy warns about....

What would they say? the words, all the words, if allowed to fall upon paper as they fall upon my heart? Droplets of my soul bleeding...

How do you not lose yourself? How do you hold on when perched upon a tree of seasons, adventures, and love fused in the life of two...

Little boys feel it early - the magic. In the October of life, I felt it today, for the first time. It’s rumble announced its coming...

I selected it just for you… a special tone… a ring like the quiet clang of fine crystal kissing gently in a shared toast. Yet, when...

And so, there it lies, soaked in mud of angry heart and victim mind, spread like a blanket beneath feet that thrive on anything ugly. The...

Such are
the matters 
that shatter our understanding, 
 shake our foundation, break our hearts. Such are
 the matters 
that birth...

To those I love that struggle with the crippling disease that wraps life in darkness, blinding and pushing away all the signs of love,...

It is not the pulse of oars shattering surface, dragging deep into water causing all that is still to stir. It is not the slide that...

Lives, moments, time,
 crashing and passing
 without notice,
 without pause.

 A montage of vagueness.
 shadows and light,
 faces,...

I want to go there, to lands across oceans… lands of cyprus green air and dirt roads that cloud a memory path as you bump along on...