My greenhouse has set empty for the better part of two years now, I just haven't recalibrated my emotions enough to once again find the joy in planting. After losing mom, dad, and grandma last year, all I could...

The Pro’s band took a break in between sets, and I sat there looking at the four shot glasses, knowing exactly who I chose but I needed to get them separated so the pressure was off of me. Looking at...

The apple trees have apples sweetUnder stars sparkling joy of lightsIn the eyes that hold loves dream treat, The apple trees have apples sweetSitting below their shade, we’d meetUnderneath scented bower’d heights. The apple trees have apples sweetUnder stars sparkling joy...

I felt like a homeless in the banquet of life I fed on leftovers Of what angry gods had left.