Heart of an Oak

Oh, to have the heart of an oak,With the hope of one hundred thousand sunsets in its sap;To feel each blazing day, a blinkAnd each clouded horizon, a sigh; Deaf to the howls of that which passes, Tied fast to life, stretched up towards joy.

On Madness and Wasted Lives

At the start of October, a lone sniper opened fire on a crowd in Las Vegas, Nevada.  At the beginning of November, a shooter entered a church in Texas and opened fire on the congregation. Both of these happened as I was in the middle of my post-op, healing journey.  Though not special in the... Continue Reading →

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