The Price Remains
She sat in bed, coffee in hand, wondering what lied ahead Her will still intact, though she wondered how sheContinue Reading
She sat in bed, coffee in hand, wondering what lied ahead Her will still intact, though she wondered how sheContinue Reading
She could reach out—no, wait—she could hold out her hand
To offer her strength to the other
Though she knew better
During my meditation this morning, I heard that little voice saying it had been too long since I’d written anything,Continue Reading
I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted… Things have been shifting and settling in my life, primarily forContinue Reading
Death… A window or a door. A new beginning and an end. An opening and a closing. The old begone;Continue Reading
She ran into the woods yesterday – they were dark and quiet. She wanted to feel peace wash over her;Continue Reading
She fell asleep at the wheel – not on purpose. It’d been a hell of a week. Fortunately, she wasContinue Reading
This piece is #9 in the “Life in My 20s” Series and was originally written around 2005. The current poemContinue Reading
Originally posted on August 14, 2017 on Ronda’s former blog, Modern Day Gypsy. The colors will crestThe snow will testTheContinue Reading
Originally posted on March 21, 2017 This post, #7 from my “Life in My 20s” series, felt timely to shareContinue Reading