Poetry: We Suffer an Unquenchable

Come back home to the peace I know we’ll find. A peace for both our hearts To sign. Your curious smile flickers across my dark day.   Your smile lights up these blustery cold days. My skin longs for your touch. My eyes for your being. My ears for your voice. My whole body for…

The Dawning; Corn

I cut into a loaf of homemade bread as the dawn broke, like an egg, in a pink haze this morning. Spreading a thick glaze of peach preserves over my slice I contemplated on life. The haze illuminated my windows and made me think of all the blessings I had been given. Given in grace,…

The Pumpkins Shiver

Corn bravely salute as the sharp ice cracks their cobs. The pumpkins are cloaked in an ethereal white, that, despite the likeness of snow, provides some comfort and insulation for this years crop. The stalks look steadily upward as several shatter in answer to their salute. I think of the stalks and last nights almost…

Conquering Great Heights through Difficulty

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My Elephant Drafting… No Carriages Used

The alarm sounded at 4:47 am and my eyes blinked open. It was still dark. I enjoy early mornings though. Yesterday I started painting with coffee. I find myself drawing elephants quite a lot so I thought why not a coffee elephant?    

School Aftermath and Charcoaled Coffee

Whoo-whoo, hee-hee! The children in my class after receiving their bananas started imitating monkeys. Quite a rambunctious group today. We learned a entire book front to back a whole of 6 pages and 12 words. This may seem meager, but in fact, the words were bigger ones and I think it quite on cue for…

A Return on Inside: The Brain TBI

I was feeling terrible, this morning, with a sad rain in my heart and a great irritation for living in my rental. A haphazardly stacked pile of library books litter my nightstand as I reached for the pull string on my lamp. The packing ensues. It’s 6:20; no surprise, I’m just thankful its not 3:45…