Hooptedoodle

Noisy black birds fly across the horizon of my mind Tiny busy ants scurry in all directions inside my head Tangled kudzu vines choke out the focus of creative thought Stop Notice Create a still space think the thought with intent Create another still space before thinking another thought    This poem is about mental … More Hooptedoodle

Unintentional Hearts

I found a piece of heart-shaped chocolate that lacked heart-shaped intent, an accident of manufacturing like the heart-shaped stones my friend collects are accidents of weathering.   I find my own heart changing shape polished by exposure from the seasons of my years. Constancy is a barren desert; I prefer evolving fate, the unintentional change … More Unintentional Hearts