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poems, stories, and random thoughts

  • Almost every minute, of every day, I’m in “deep thought.” I’m convinced my writing is fueled by an existential crisis. But it’s not a comorbid

  • Several weeks ago, my daughter asked me, “How do you balance the time between your relationship and your friends?” Damn. I hate those “big” questions.

  • My journey with Michele began as she walked past my house. I can still see her walking as if happened yesterday, but it was five

    September 12, 2015

    Let me rest my head upon you I want to be close It’s okay if your skin is aging It’s okay if your hair isn’t

    September 11, 2015

    On my nightstand there’s a wine glass filled with water The crystal makes it taste better I deserve to be that ordinarily fancy. I enjoy fine dining

    September 10, 2015

    I lived as I slowly died, a thousand times. I listened to negativity, until it was nearly deafening. I loved the unloving and undeserving, until

  • This piece is dedicated to every educator, friend, family member and “random person” who has challenged me and supported me, to be me. This one

    September 6, 2015

    A little background on the poem you’re about to read: In the “stories” section of The Salted Rim Chronicle, you’ll notice my writings cover a wide variety

  • **I know, this title evoked some kind of feeling for you ~ please read before making a judgement** A post dear to my heart. A

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