This Moment in the Journey
I want to paint you a picture
Of what I hear at this hour…
Seeking silence
While crickets keep time to my typing
The mocking bird has stopped to listen
And the laughter of my friends
Rings true from my neighbor’s backyard.
Logged in after resetting my password to read this blog…
It is a delicate thing, this gathering of spirits, this communal bloodletting on paper. It takes a degree of trust… in yourself, in the kindness of others, in the words that spill from the pen. That is the ultimate trusting – in the words. That they know the way as they eke out the DNA […]
Late night ramblings home alone with crickets
Testing 1, 2, 3. Can you hear me now?
Jazz & Poetry 