Crafty

We have a vision, you and I of living free shaping the world we want crafting it with our minds  You’re a master creator  with quirks and peculiar perspectives  I’m a clever collector  of memoriesand trinkets of experience We’re riotous in our encouragement ‘do it,’ I purr ‘try it,’ you whisper push a little more into who you arereject the status quo We have aContinueContinue reading “Crafty”

Salt Lines (collab)

By Cassa Bassa and Bree Leto The train tracks line the destination to a constrained world where girls in the workplace forever speak of Prince Charming On the platform, the cross of reality and illusion she sits in the cold with The Price of Salt on her lapHer curls fall casually teasing her cherry lipsMy world explodes like the stars in theContinueContinue reading “Salt Lines (collab)”

1949 (with audio)

And now for something a little different… My father was born in 1949 He played the drums in his youth He had long hair in his 20s and embraced life as a hippie –  I think having kids destroyed his carefree spirit He was still funny life of the party but our home was full of stress and anxiety Trying always tryingContinueContinue reading “1949 (with audio)”

The Warrior’s Prayer (with audio)

Battle-beaten upon thy knees Hollowed out by broken dreams Beneath the stone the way is lost and soul is turned towards the cross Renew the path ignite the lightgive strength to boneand heal the blight From humble petition to glory rise Fire awakens in opened eyes Renewed with faith to fight again Praise be to God forever, amen

Mango (with audio)

The air is colder summer has long slipped away autumn will be gone soon too I’m on the edge of winter while others march into warmer weather I think of them – those others – enjoying the glowing days and weekend swims There will be no swimming for months here and the days are crowding me with darkness I think of them – thoseContinueContinue reading “Mango (with audio)”

Old Notebooks

I used to purchase expensive notebooks with thick pages soft to the touch smelling of trees and leather I’d sit with my pen and thoughts scribing my pain and progress Deep lines etching canals on the paper as deep as my soul Now I type strange sentences on a cold, hard device remembering those notebooks hidden beside my bed ContinueContinue reading “Old Notebooks”