Tiger Lily and John Wayne: Two Puzzle Pieces. {poetry}
The yellowed yarrow man sat to eat my sorrow with sips of supper. The two murre eggs in his head met the nest of driftwood in the place my eyes rest.
Browsing Tag:
egg
The Chicken-Witch of the Grove. {excerpt}
She left the warmth of her farmhouse bed, called into the night by the silvery beams of that milk-white sliver in the sky, passing by her chicken coops.
After the Rebuild, Life.
Do the self-reflection work needed, let go of the bad eggs and the bad choices you can't change, and think about what you can do now, today.
The Difference Between Happiness And Joy. {poetry}
Do I throw away the egg, saying:
No, I wanted a bird?
A bird of paradise
And not this round brown thing
Do I miss out on the big picture
Because I am in pursuit of perfection?