This poem sprung to life out of a short exchange I had with FutureSquishie<3 about trust.

The Weather Channel – Glass from LIGHTNING?
This poem sprung to life out of a short exchange I had with FutureSquishie<3 about trust.

The Weather Channel – Glass from LIGHTNING?
I felt blue for the better part of today. It might be because I didn’t sleep last night. On the other hand, it could be because the sun chose to hide behind clouds. Whatever the reason, I decided to redirect or more accurately repurpose the blueness into some poetry.

Bargain with the Universe
The sound of my mid-afternoon medication alarm woke me up from an unplanned nap about an hour ago. I have so many of these sleep episodes these days. Yet I’m exhausted all the time.
When I woke this afternoon it was a bit different. I had a poem in me waiting to be written.
