I can’t see anymore, what might wait there, what monsters or miracles, terrible and beautiful, glide all around me…
CREATIVE JOURNEYWOMAN
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
there is only that instant… when it returns… and I know such warmth again… when understanding dawns.
I have created an Etsy shop, CreativeJourneywoman, for easy online ordering of my poetry books and future projects.
Although I wasn’t an innocent, I was a bit naïve. I had never seen anything like this coming…
a chance come round again,
well-earned and willing,
to sing a new song,
wonderful and wise…
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me,
fallen to earth below…
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
