Start with what you know.

I like my wine in old mason jars and my whiskey poured over ice. Is it the same for you as it is for me, does the music hold the key to all your memories? I surround myself with green and growing things here in the desert to remind me of …

my muse

{my muse} my muse she is awake and she is calling me coaxing tempting in a seductress voice dripping sweet with honey and sharp with desire there is a tug and my words they have been gathering in the dusky light and they have been swirling liquid whirlpools forming and …

i will own it {revisited}

The creative drive.  ‘Tis life force and relentless demon in equal measure.    We artistic misfits cram ourselves into a culture is usually centered on new, better, different.  What to create that has not yet created?  What to do that is better than what has already been done?  How to dig …

sleepless

Tossing and turning in bed at night.  I’m keeping her awake again, I know.  She always sleeps easy, slips into dreamland with the ease of someone who has finished her days work and is satisfied by it. In the middle of a sentence sometimes, her breathing changes and I know …