The Prison of Things

“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.” ~Socrates It started young. I was a sentimental soul, clinging to the objects that represented memories of people or places. I cherished them, tenderly placing them in their own special ‘homes’ around my room. A …

This Love (poem)

This love is smoldering eyes Burning fiercely into mine. Navigating my pale-blue sentries, Half-closed against the world. A smile playing on soft lips Tells me all I need to know, It welcomes the mischief that dances behind my curving lashes. This love understands my curiosity: childlike, innocent, free, Appreciates my reverence for nature’s splendor. It wipes …

Home

  The sounds of summer drift lazily over our back fence like smoke. Children laugh and splash in paddling pools, squealing, cold water on hot skin, lawns flooded, warm mud squelching between small toes. A lawnmower hums bee-like in the distance, and the smell of fresh cut grass hangs in the hazy air. I breathe …