Dear Richardson,Has been a bit since my last write, of sweet and kindness is you. I cannot even begin to thank you (picture me giving you an eye roll as I write this) for sending that musical card to Aunty Mildred for Mothers Day! She carries it around with her in that bottomless pit of a purse of hers, and whips it out when least expected — doing a show and tell to all who visit, proudly telling who sent it .... I do hop...

In red I write Your nails to my flesh My coldness to your heat Avoid of brightness Splendor is my gray Orange to black Punches of the past I can name each demon Of a dream dreamt Glass eyes cracked The glow within Of a fevered feed Breadcrumbs laid Exit of path offered Greens of soothe My quiet defined Within beats of skip Choices refined This basket empty Acceptance denied The devil said nay @TTJD

Words softly penned in darkness An alphabet soup in my heart Knees to chin Resting Thinking Conclusion Waiting my cue Grass grows Mountains dwindle This life A funeral living To see To feel Just voices @TTJD

So you want to know what lurks inside my head I extend to you my hand I warn it is not pretty Come journey with me to the depths within my head This place of loss I dwell welcome to where I dream I know my way quite well my freak show hall of mirrors Here you will catch a glimpse of my demons of haunting Hold my hand do not cringe for every move is watched Do not let go of my hand we are not quite through Let me guide you...

Of weariness set within her bones She arises before dawn of break Gazing upon shimmering nights moon Reflecting glow alighting her view Night sounds blend come of whispered callings Upon soft winds pulling at her to come Her heart quickens she hurries along dirt path Coming to rest upon its dew drenched edging Within nights moon of shimmers they dance Twisting turning calling to her come join them She dances her heart of...

Today's news ...... Hands in pockets Head down Moves through crowded halls  Hey did you hear what happened His dress of like those around him Blends in but is ignored  Yeah wonder why he did that  Side glances of nose up Turn their back Crude smart cracks  By the way who was he  Inside aches to belong Knowing he never will be a part of  You know what's his name  Lonely left out not of the grid A misfit non feeling nothing...