“I’ve always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we’ll have.”― Anna Godbersen Moonwashed Musings Weekly…
salty air sultry vagrant clouds scud ungathered singing of the summer “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the…
proudly she smiles far and wide verdant green and resplendent now distraught with furrowed lands Mother Earth joyless “Earth provides enough…
ah, seventh grade tomboy days fade red bike withstood crashes memories of treehouse smashes Whew! girly girl, wearing pink lots of…
donned my finest togs the event fancy-schmancy more elites than hoi polloi labels and plastic faces sincerity a lost art Writer’s…
the 88th night after that first day of spring sweet gentle Shincha sipped during April showers graceful shadows slip away 24…
so-called life fragile seeking soundness of mind a relentness task repurpose the burden don’t let what you are not define you…
father and son, their search exhausting, grows dim depression, like that of forlorn, gelid winters set in with each passing day.…