My Raw Unscripted Life

Looking Up: A Path to Abundance

A cement ribbon, pale and hard,Cuts through the wild of the tangled yard.I run with eyes…
The Physical Mirror

The body is a quiet tongue, speaking in the skin,Reporting on the climate of the spirit…
Quiet Gold

The heart is a chemist with a crowded shelf,Mixing the versions we hold of ourselves.Sometimes the…
Before the Climb

He walks into the room like a sudden, bright flare,With a pull in his gaze and…
The Same Language, Different Tongues

I see the map you’re holding out to me,The one drawn in the ink of ancient…
The Boiling Point

We started in the stratosphere, a high-bandwidth spark,Mapping out a future and dancing in the dark.Intellect…
The Map to You

I’m clearing out the corners, I am making designated space,For the one who brings the stillness…
Sun Rug

I wanted the sun. Not a square.Not a compromise.Not the muted version that almost felt rightif…
The Loom of the Day

The sun began with the sound of your name,A morning spark, a gentle flame.Before the rush,…
He’s Still My Dad

I sign my name in permanent ink.I carry the keys, the clock, the burden.I am fluent…