While I didn’t mention Monday’s super moon… it mattered.
Now that my space is sacred and empty, it’s like I’ve constructed a 21 story high spiritual dojo. I still put the recent turn of my betterment (after that) is put down to her. Something touched me that night. Continue reading
Last night, alone, I dressed in burgundy velvet splashed with golden leaves and six inch platform stilettos – and I went to the Metropolitan Opera House for the first time.
And it was everything you could possibly imagine it to be… Continue reading
“Oh angles sent from up above, I feel you pulsing through my blood… so make the stars come out.” Continue reading
Since cracking off this web-ville in 2009, I’ve seen (and written about) a lot going down.
I’ve also had the privilege to watch a collection of my fellow wordsmiths get the bindings they’ve been chasing, with their name printed across, scattered around bookshelves all over the place.
That, to me, is very special. Self-publishing gave me the same tingles as I observed strangers plucking up my pages to indulge in my poetry. It meant a lot to me, as a Writer and as a human creature in general. Continue reading
The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue.
I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. Continue reading