Poetry before bedtime

I just had a thought. A picture in my mind. I quite liked it. Pretty images painted by the shadows that dance along my wall….. Bodies. J R Manawa. “I leave a trail of bodies behind me, pieces on the cutting room floor. I leave a trail of bodies behind me, it was always that…

Water child. My thoughts on refuge and rejuvenation.

Where do you find your quiet place? Your shelter? Your refuge? When it all gets too much, where do you run to find peace? What motivates you, cleanses you? What heals your soul when you are feeling low? Let me know! Nothing heals my soul quite like standing in the rain. Those days when the…

The nature of the world. A word on dream killing.

Hey, welcome back! Pull up a chair and come sit at this table with me. I have something to share, something personal. It’s been suffocating me for far too many months. But don’t let me stop you from eating, please! Try some of the food, it’s good for your soul.My friend and I, we’ve been…