Finding Ourselves in Nothing

Between the words that are spoken, there lies a fragment of truth Where life exists unaltered, where being roams in sooth Where spirit finds its essence and egos cease to exist Between the words that are spoken, before it fogs over with mist   Between the breaths that are taken, a hint of forever dwells…

The Human Moment

I’m honored to have been asked to join the wonderful writing collective called The Literati Mafia. Thank you, dear writers, for letting me share my words with you. I’m excited and humbled to be here. And, I suppose, a first-post is in order. Here’s a poem I wrote a while ago about the fleeting human…