I have etch a sketch eyes. You probably do not know what that means. I did not either at first. Something that usually passes with time. Lost in the childhood bedroom. Removed by the morning light. *** It is blink and you will miss it. Lines erased by the shake of the head. Never existed…

Tomorrow is a day for American celebration. A day for cheer and thanks. Community brought to the front and center stage. Warm from food and hugs. Sparkling cider intense on the tongue. But not an experience everyone has. *** There are always the lonely ones. Those that do not have the same type of community.…

My life is full of Xs and Os. Just not the typical kind. I do not walk through life with a pulse on love. I accept what comes to me and never expect more. A way of living that has long been established. A hope that I have placed snugly in storage. *** My Xs…

My middle name might as well be Goldilocks because I just want enough. A location between absent nothing and gilded indulgence. Locked in a bloody war between the has and the has not. A grey middle ground that is hard to spot. X marked directly on the location of satisfaction. A map that looks different…

She was not sure what possessed her to get the pitiful thing. It sat across her on a table: a mini Christmas tree. Or rather, a mini lemon dwarf cypress tree that had been sold as a small Christmas tree. It was rediculously small and the light weight as she carried it home spoke to…

She keeps a special place on her chest for friends and family. There is no point in hiding it away or displaying it on a sleeve. They will find it anyway for it belongs to more than her. An object meant to send to others. A priceless letter even if old fashioned. Treasured beyond measure…

I spy a wet road slick with rain. It does not matter where it goes in the silent night. All that matters is I know it leads to home. The warmth of an already made fire and comfort of a soft bed. A place I can truly rest. As long as I can keep my…

I have never been a fan of plain white walls. It just feels wrong. Acting as a main color when it should be an accent. Pretending to be something it is not. It is a stain that drowns instead of draws out. Total lack of inspiration. *** Where is the creativity? All I see is…

Draw in all life. Let it be yours. All that you need. Beauty along with balance. *** Controlled transition guided by the unblinking clock. *** Hold it in tightly. Never let it escape. You deserve the good. More than just survival. *** Never let go of what is important to you at the end of…

Please give me a solution. A bridge to cover the gap. A canyon too wide to chance a leap. I do not want to fail and fall. Not again. For that means certain death. *** I would rather the problem be one of translation or interpretation. Then I could meet you where you stand. Solve…