I have lived in the same house for many years, it is filled with memories but the time has come to face facts, it is also filled with a lot of unnecessary clutter!

Another written when I was a teen. I think that was the summer of sucky movies back in the 70’s.

She told me to look around, but the house was beautiful, and clean; everything had its spot, but something was missing, I could see it in her eyes. What, I did not know? Until she told me what is was!

There is a problem when you start feeling like things have feelings. Intellectually you know they don’t have feelings, but the thought of them sitting lonely and abandoned in some dump or recycling station breaks your heart. Thrift shops feel like a field of lost dreams. However, clutter can take over your life and prohibit your dreams. (PS The images are not from my own cluttered place or of me.)

I tend to let clutter build up in my wardrobe. The other day the wardrobe rebelled.

About needing or wanting to write, but only blankness fills the pages.

Dealing with reality.

Childhood’s games gave way to listless drudgery…

What happens when you self detox your life, and what find out along the way.

A poem with a winter storm as it’s setting.