Of ducklings, swans, and friendship!

Alone can be so very intimate.

Depression is not a fleeting thing.

In which I make pithy rhymes about bad things.

Happy birthday to me…

Typing exercises with teeth…

Ever try howling at the void?

We are all giants looking for the hearts of the heroes inside our chests.

Should I put the kettle on?

Is your flag flying in the dark?

Does a failed apology count?

Is it what I do not say?

Like the turbulent beauty of a Van Gogh sky, I rejoice in the tilt of my reflection.

Pain is like a monster…

Just an average day but in excellent company!

Ellipses are the evidence of the words and meaning receding from us.

Does anyone else feel unsure about themselves in sleep?

My dog Fizgig Falcor Bunny Bean is very fond of fetch.