The Milieu of a beautiful Life

Untitled

When my mother was dying, I cried. I cried for many reasons. One reason I cried was for the mother she couldn’t be as much as for the...

life becomes easier and easier when I allow myself to be loved embracing the fact that my body always speaks to me in all the beautiful...

the illusion of a life lived..loved? I sit and reminisce and the fact remains most of what I was so concerned with dissipated on its own...

I remember when it all began you and I playful banter our energy on high two peas in a pod birds of the same feathers and all that it...

Death of a Dragonfly she was what I consisted of frame and beam column and ground she was what I loved functional structure common sense...

it is neither just me nor just you it is us that space that doesn't exist without either of us people search for the holy grail as if it...

Time won’t wait for your tears to pass so you can clearly see that you should really be happy Time won’t wait for your tears while you...

I heard the gate clang shut. I slowly spun around in the water so as to not cause waves splashing back up against our bodies and squinted...

I remember I was fresh out of school, fresh on the job. A novice still. It was Christmas season and the patient in room one was dying....

I say a prayer (for you) as I watch genuinely the paths we take have always intrigued me.. I clearly remember those days when people have...