Flowers Named Elizabeth

For holidays, and hidden ways, For shorter goes and longer stays, For time reflecting only breath, For flowers named Elizabeth, For every moment felt in joy, Adventure spent, and girl-meets-boy, With gratitude we lift and know How good things are, when they Are so

Behind These Words

Behind these words, there is a me; I’ve hidden him for years —- I’ve been afraid of God-knows-what, And lived within those fears. I’ve tried to find the heart’s extremes From safe within the middle; I’ve reached for objectivity, But in this life, there’s little. For who and what I am determines How I think … Continue reading "Behind These Words"

A Debt

I could never repay her.

Like Most

Just like most men. In some ways.