FINDING HAPPY

Sometimes the road parts And there is nothing there for you One takes you up the other down And neither one leads to happy Nothing but trouble and worry So do you stay? Do you stand still? Keep what you have and wait? Or do you head off road… off map Find that happy you…

FLIP THE SCRIPT

The flip was switched Or the switch flipped Either way Or some way The deed was done The dirty deed Was done cheap But not cheaply Because we are all Professionals here Pausing at green lights Running through reds Our attention switched Spans too quick Intelligence waning We are all disguised In filters and memes…

#BeREALationships: MY FIRST

Please welcome Christin Nicole Crider to #BeREALationships. Let me preface this by saying this is part of my life has never really been talked about. I put it on a shelf many years ago. I let it sit there, collecting dust over the last 18 years. But for some reason today, I feel the need…

#BeReal -ALISA SCHINDLER

Please welcome Alisa Schindler to #BeReal. It’s taken decades for me to really figure out what it means to be real, not because I was trying not to be, but because I didn’t know how. I spent a long time insecure and concerned with others’ perception of me. I spent a long time uncomfortable with…

#BeReal – ANDREA JOHNSON BECK

My #BeReal guest today is Andrea Johnson Beck The authenticity of a human is rare and exquisite. Near mythical. We live in a society of veiled glimpses and shadow puppetry. Social media allows many to glide between the obscurities of reality and present a life unfamiliar to even them because to be real is to…

#BeReal – MARTIN BAKER

Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Martin Baker.   A few weeks ago I was sitting at my favourite table—corner table, right at the back—in my favourite coffee bar and got into conversation with a fellow customer about writing and literature. I learned two interesting things about the city I’ve lived in almost thirty years.…

KEEP RIDING

The merry-go-round keeps spinning. I used to think life was a roller coaster with all its ups and downs but when I look back I see it’s really more of a merry-go-round that spins at different speeds. Merry-go-rounds are always more enjoyable when you have someone to ride them with.  And then you need someone…

BURY ME

Nightfall crawls restless Inside invisible veins Caressing my shoulders With shadowy hands Kissing my lips, my body Feeding my hungry aches Anxious for its presence I lie still under its weight Miles from daybreak Praying that night Will absorb my lust And bury me Underneath fields of light

YESTERDAY’S FACE

I wander through the hallways Straightening pictures that I took Smiling at the memories And every place we stood I’ll leave them hanging As I pack every single box There on the same wall With the same ticking clock I will leave the story written For others to erase Because I don’t have the heart…