Letting Life Lead
What does it feel like to hear a love’s heart song.
Doki-doki like the cooing dove’s heart song?
To capture the tune and cradle it dearest
must make it tremble-rise an octave’s heart song.
How easy once in hand to crush and mangle;
to squeeze, to ruin the da-dum of heart song.
Such thrill in tempting misfortune with soul bared
to the sharp quills in a shrapnel-gloved heart song.
Oh, for the longing of moments to caress
under the poison bells of a foxglove’s heart song!
Turn to me I plead. Hereinabove, I beg.
Hear the flutter of your ladylove’s heart song.
I have no idea why I picked this blog name, but there's no turning back now
"Our subject isn't cool, but [s]he fakes it anyway."- The Offspring
Musings through the journey of writing my first novel
It is what it is and it too shall pass.
Unfolding From the Fog (or What I Think About When I Walk My Dog)
When life hands you lemons, go find some gin and tonic.
"Smile with your teeth." -my Mother
Don't die before your death