I’m fuzzy headed and fuzzy hearted I have to move on from feeling alone And recognize the wealth and size of my own Snow Dome. When I shake it, the glitter glides And sprinkles and flashes to my sides spilling … Read More
If you were a piece of furniture what would you be?
I know I am a deck chair, Stick limbs and lacking substance. A brightly striped canvas flapping in the breeze. It only, really has a function by the sea or in a garden. It can be retro, or funky or … Read More
Rise up Rise up……..
Chug chug chug- little engine, puff puff Over the hill, The end is in sight, peaks out at the mouth of the endless tunnel of darkness. Truly one day you’ll be free, Free from the rigors of life the stresses … Read More