Simon and Garfunkel sang, “I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail.”

The best ones cultivate love, they fly, soar.  Sometimes lessons are excruciating. What a marvelous human our world lost this year – last week. Piercing pain.

I will miss Eric for all time. A long time.

Decades ahead, he will be in my heart, words, there, here, always.

“I’d rather be a hammer than a nail.” “I’d rather be a forest than a street.” Simon & Garfunkel nearly get it…

But, I’d rather be with you. Together. All things go… God/the Universe/Time: thank you. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Out of sight, out of mind… Almost. Except:

Death is real, and I cry sometimes.

So influential, you are.

You were.

He becomes past tense and it is synonymous with sorrow.

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hard times make ya strong.////

to those who have been given much, much is required. -mom taught me

ignorance is bliss. – observation

nobody can ever take your education away from you. – dad

This year was hard. my heart was broken down.

I saw new things. Arizona, Utah, Louisiana, Mississippi, Italy, Sweden.

Went to my first NFL game and all I could think of was the Colosseum in Rome.

I learned people change. Even your best friend, your brother, changes.

2017 was okay. I took leadership. Am almost a good writer. A better editor.

I had loss that is impossible to accept. And I have to because my friend is dead, but I yearn for justice always.

I learned to say no.

And asked why.



I am my father’s daughter.

A life student. I suppose here comes treble, after all.


cicadas are chirping,
lighting bugs fly.
Owls are watching,
yet nobody sees.

They say it is silent, night.
Edison, boy you made it so bright.
The whole darn city
Is buzzing, like bees, who are missing.

I flip with a switch,
It’s a thing they say now,
“let’s get lit.”


Glitter is synonymous to sunshine,
Or gold, rich, excess, punitive rintherout.

Disingenuous worlds and paradise,
can nearly have the same infancy – mocking
that which makes everything grow.

Sunshine, is what we create,
Out of darkness, we must make.

Thou shalt not kill,
But rather, cultivate, something beautiful,
Powerful, and always growing.

Stars are only reflections,
of black holes.

Exemplum virtutis.

to be treated like a lady, act like one.

especially if you prefer a gentleman.

blossom, as a tulip, or orchid.

silence, softness, beauty, precision –

these, are what hold power,

oh you delicate flower.. It is time

to grow.




I can grow so empty that I become full,
And am so lost, but know right where to go.

I will run fast, but while walkin slow,
And everyday; a solemn road.

This year spring will come, flowers, beauty, sun.
In cold, birds do fly, chase sun and sky.

South I wish yet West I am.
Always travelin’ land.
To find love and home,
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Dear city,

your sidewalk benches.
where the weary
rest feet.
oh the streets when we’re


(she’s so HEAVY) (dont be weak)

and woman, woe man, we
beaten down. beatin it. beat up. beatin round bushes.

we are burning.
(we got fire) (let it shine) (spark)

~this light of mine, it ain’t little~

division, this fraction, fences/wall/isms. decisions.

the galaxy’s interior.
is a boundary.

for one dollar,

street soldiers, speak.ello-optimized-0c3cf967