Soul

  • Alone

    It is raining, and I am alone. And there is sorrow in these parts, and knowing that life is terrible and beautiful, all at the same time. I am alive with all of that. I am alive with the sorrow… Continue reading

  • The Quiet

    The quiet has come upon me, and so I have to write. It’s a strange quiet, a wonderful one, however mixed with a soft melancholy. It’s been with me, on and off, for as long as I can remember, and… Continue reading

  • The Orchard

    As I sit quietly, alone, with the birds as my friends, I watch the orchard sway with the breeze and I ask myself: Is it the orchard, alone, I see? Or has the orchard become the miraculous creation of the… Continue reading

  • Careless Life

    Do not touch this softness. I see you angrily tearing at her bones, leave her be. Dear sweet, peaceful girl. For she must rest, she is weary, must rest, she has been battered and bruised by the tentacles of careless,… Continue reading

  • Beautiful Tears

    In the shadow of love is the aching of fear. And I hold you, love. I hold you and your beautiful tears. Continue reading

  • The Angel There

    As the ice drips from this frozen heart, here grows the beauty of feelings gone by. How I remember you, dear echo of friendship. How clear it has become that kindness was the angel there. Continue reading

  • One

    Hush, dear soul, there is no need to question the aching sorrows. For they are there, as is the joy; two faithful companions on the road to somewhere and nowhere. Oh, dear soul. It is true there are questions unanswered,… Continue reading

  • Each New End

    Life is a story I tell myself. And I daren’t tell it wrong for fear of the unhappy ending. But what is unhappy? And what is an ending if a beginning is found on the other side of each new… Continue reading

  • The Wind

    The wind, I think, is peace. The breath of the earth. The song of the trees. And we will bathe in her softness, today, and every day. The wind, I think, rolls all days into one. May she catch us… Continue reading

  • Kissed

    How beautiful to see your tears and know your soul has been kissed by music. Continue reading