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 I will always be beholden to children… they are where some of my gratitude stems… Because they remind me every day… If we want... [read more] |
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As adults when we look out on our world and pain and sadness are all we see we need only look upon our children to restore our faith... [read more] |
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How often we call our babies little angels…especially when they’re sleeping. It’s a memory that lasts forever in our he... [read more] |
 To Almeida You are not here, yet the air keeps your shape. Light bends where you once stood, casting the long, soft silhouette... [read more] |
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Tide at Twilight The surf withdraws, a silver sigh, drawing faith’s bright banners from the sky; the shingle glistens, s... [read more] |
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Cadence (a calm, silver‑voiced conductor, baton in hand) "In measured fall the footfalls meet, a river’s pulse, both soft and flee... [read more] |
 Verse 1 I’m counting days on this empty clock Since you said you needed space to walk The quiet’s heavy, it’s wearing me thin... [read more] |
 Verse 1Hearts crumbleAs our souls weepEvery day we see The scenesTaking over our tv'sPeople fighting forJust a bite of foodAs their children... [read more] |
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Here’s a sweeping, story‑in‑verse for your fearless, fluff‑tailed sky captain — a tale that lives somewhere between th... [read more] |
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Title: Juno in Flight Mode Verse 1 Juno, my cat, in her carry‑on den, first‑ever flight from our gate number ten. I fussed with the... [read more] |
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Flight Mode The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred, wrapped in signals and notifications stirred. Juno sat still,... [read more] |
 He's a former auctioneer, lemme make it clear He knows practically nothing 'bout tax policy Why was he chose to be the new head... [read more] |
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IN THE GLOAMING THOUGHTS ARE ROAMING FAR AND WIDE SIDE TO SIDE TWINKLING STARLIGHT CAUSING DELIGHT HEAVEN'S GLORY ALLEGORY [read more] |
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And So We Plant When the road ahead is choked with shadow, we press seeds of lantern-light into its cracks. Each truth spoken clean... [read more] |
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The Turning Quill The ink is wet on the page of tomorrow, its lines not yet set in stone. We can seed it with care or stain it with sorrow... [read more] |