first fall snow
first fall snow
Proverbial Mud
Sometimes I am lost in the thought of what if.
One Handle Randall
I met a man with one hand in a land between two rivers.
Finger to Key
Where would we be without the written word?
Empty Hole
I still feel it, deep in my soul; can’t fight it, can't deny it; trying to hide it but it takes its toll.
Six months on WordPress!
First and foremost, I would like to thank everyone who has read or followed my poetry and short essays over the past 6 months! I began my blogging journey to maintain healthy writing habits while I write a book on recovery based on my experience as an alcoholic. I am truly grateful I get the … Continue reading Six months on WordPress!
The Plants Around Us
"I believe there is much to learn from our plant cousins."
A Blooming Scribe 