I Start, and So Does the Morning

I listen to the start, The start and the stop The inhale The exhale The leaps The steps The alteration of breathe and cadence The rhythm of the heart It plays like a song, a song that wakes me in the morning and sings me to sleep at night The song that starts at the …

It’s A Sign

You are late to work, again. The most direct route is closed today, so you're forced to go the back way. The way which brings with it countless stop and yield signs, traffic lights turning morosely yellow and envy green, flashing to that irritable red at which you must wait for other cars to proceed …

A Quick Thought

"In the books of our lives, life writes at a pace too quick for its own protagonists to read." -Me