Lust can make you do silly things.

I’ve had better weeks.

Years ago while single I wrote this as a list of things I wanted my future marriage to be. When suitors did not quite fill the beliefs I listed my interest would wane and I would end the relationship. Today I am married to the man who best fit this marriage profile: honest,willing to communicate and understanding.

Its a dark poem about a young girl who feels she hasn’t got a place in the world.

The judiciousness of a sage…

When one reads anothers words, they become intimate with that person.

The pain the hurt, the agony, feeling like dirt…

Ode to a mountain.

Having attention constantly drawn to you is not enjoyable as it would seem. Staying away, hidden in shadows, is much easier.

When we look at others what do we see? Are we too hasty in our initial assessment? What if we are wrong?