march 31st, 2017

I write words, I delete them, I change 

my mind and I change my mind back,

I move words and I move with 

words, counting the rhythm, 

counting each line and 

each sound until

the words read

more than



march 30th, 2017

life is like a playground where I am 

sitting on a swing, digging my 

feet into the dirt to lift

me off the ground, swinging 

from high to low to 

high again, waiting

to see who will

take the swing