

You ask the sparrow why it sings It twitters and twees hidden in darkening trees. “Come down here!” you jeer. It widens its wings, Launch off of the branch, careen into the breeze. “Sing only my song!” Give chase over extoling Your imaginary, emporor-thin expertise. Yet the sparrow screams, refuses cajoling Rodents scampering under your…

A prayer for wisdom, strength, and justice to Lady Minerva.

A decision to change schools led to discovering the impact of a little black notebook.

Knowledge is uncertain; doubt and truth coexist in life. ~ A mixing pot of words collide in a personal challenge to add more French in my works.

Poem dribbles written staring into a sunset. Sometimes even your pen needs a vacation.

In returning to my normal, I’m attempting to see where my writing habits went during the Summer of Side Quests. As I re-establish my posting schedule, I reflect on where I have pushed the “Action” button. Come join me as I gather my strength for September. Here is my appeal to preserve the Roadless Rule.