Once I could do the Latin Hustle all night at any ballroom or go to the sixties dance at Roseland and watch the sun come up at a diner with a cup of coffee and a hangover. Now it is getting rough to hustle to the kitchen for an English muffin and a cup of tea.

He promised never to leave. Still he did, alone and afraid.

Dew on rosy petals: come n see…

A love that never lasts. feeling left out and its like there’s so much to say but it slipped away without saying goodbye.

You possess me – possessed by love.

Poem of being tugged apart inside.

Here you go peeps.

Hard work pays off, you just have to get past the aches and pains.

Move on. Don’t look back.

How a heart can only take so much grief, yet we are strong. Some things we need to lift to the Lord, for we are not made of steel.