Gypsy

  • The River I Am

    The river I am. I fall in love with the next creative thing, and there I stay for a while (but not forever.) When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed. I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician.… Continue reading

  • Gypsy

    I see the world, and I know it has been named by those who came before me. Who have I become (or not become) because of what they have shown me? Voices claiming to guide are often sour to my… Continue reading

  • Fly Away

    Falling from the sky she sings, ‘One day I’ll fly away’. Knowing she’ll always be falling. Knowing she’ll always be longing to fly away. Continue reading

  • Cupcake

    What I wouldn’t give for a blanket fort and a dinosaur cupcake. Continue reading