Forbidden Colors

The wounds on your hands never seem to healI thought all I needed was to believe Here am I, a lifetime away from youThe blood of Christ, or the beat of my heartMy love wears forbidden colorsMy life believes Senseless years thunder byMillions are willing to give their lives for youDoes nothing live on? Learning…

Simple times, happy times

I knew exactly what needed to be done today. I checked my planner, sipped some coffee, and decided to kill the sun with an arrow. Not just shoot at it, but kill it altogether. I closed all curtains, even in the kitchen, and plunged the whole house into darkness. It made me feel comfortable, relaxed,…

Echoes of love

The candles I lit around the room remind me of a sky full of stars. Walking through corridors of time, I remember the summer night when my heart was filled with a love I thought was forbidden. A love I kept buried because I was afraid it would scare him away. A love so intense…

Words are beautiful

I am in love with words. They are doves falling out of the ceiling. Anne Sexton “Cellar door” is widely seen as a beautiful or musical phrase. There’s a study called phonesthetics that deals with how words sound. Some are euphonious or pleasing, and some are cacophonous or displeasing. A certain combination of sounds makes…

Crunching leaves under my feet

There’s no question about it. Autumn is my favorite season. As I endulged in a whole day spent on the road, then in a forest, I marveled at the beautiful colors, taking deep breaths as if I’ve never had air in my lungs before. The sky was immaculate, giving the impression of eternity and purity….