Day 310: Morning, Dark Roast

Thoroughly enjoying this morning’s coffee. It’s the little things in life, isn’t it?

Morning, Dark Roast

Day 308: Eyes of Wonder

I keep running into scenes, excerpts, and quotes about childish things in adulthood–seeing things as a child sees them, not fearing judgement for what we enjoy, and embracing wonder. I think someone might be trying to tell me something, because the truth is, I struggle with these things.

Eyes of Wonder

Day 290: Morning Muse

I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…

Morning Muse

Day 284: Fallen; Day 285: Full Deck

Didn’t post yesterday’s poem so it’s joining today’s. On Saturday our friend and neighbor, a US veteran, had to put to sleep his service dog. She had cancer and couldn’t eat anymore. This one’s for them.

Fallen

And today’s poem is me venting. I’m sure every writer or creative feels from time to time that they’re not playing with a full deck…

Full Deck

Day 244: Little Things

Today was a day of many small victories coming together for a greater whole.

Little Things

Day 235: Animal Clinic

My new job is as a veterinarian technician. So far I’m loving it. That said, there are some emotionally hard-hitting moments and patients. There are far more highs than lows, but those lows a little tough to process. Today’s poem is more for the sake of catharsis than anything else.

Animal Clinic

Day 235: Disconnect and Dance

Writing this poem this morning while sitting across from my bride as soft music plays. Hard not to get a little romantic.

Disconnect and Dance