Born of Spirit,forever indebted and adopted.So why am I here once againin this place of danger, isolation,hurt, and self-disappointment?Your Spirit reigns within,a child of Yours I am,so I shouldn't be unrenewed orconformed in my thinking, right? "You are mine," I hear you softly whisper.I smile. I am yours, but I also need help. They tell... Continue Reading →
Passion is a Bootleg Trophy (Getting Back to my Poetic Roots)
Yesterday morning, I intentionally slowed down. It’s a much-needed practice but a hard one. I broke out Maya and then poet Taylor Mali’s Metaphor Dice (because I wanted to challenge myself to return to my poetic roots). I rolled the dice and got this: Metaphor Dice I paused and pondered for a good 5 minutes... Continue Reading →
An Ode to My William Forrestors: The Teachers Who Made Me Who I Am
Initially, this started as just a random freewrite on Maya (my typewriter) and then—as any good writing session does—it evolved into something more. Finding Forrester was the movie that made me yearn for a typewriter; the various professors I encountered in my undergrad years at Palm Beach Atlantic University and the University of Central Florida... Continue Reading →
A Soulful Malnourishment
Hope fades into nefarious darkness, and repeated promises, stretched beyond the rainbow’s end, springboard a soulful malnourishment by way of tsunami tears and silently whispered Psalms.
Happy International Typewriter Day!
Upon scrolling on Facebook tonight, I learned that today is International Typewriter Day! So, to celebrate, I wrote an ode—a thank you letter if you will—to my Maya, my 1961 Underwood 18 manual typewriter. I’ve had her for almost a year—even though it feels like so much longer!—and I’ve grown as a writer and person... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 