Poetry

Poetry is for the living,

but death

is what grants it meaning,

making time so fleeting

and love so precious

that even poetry

can scarcely

touch it.

Books, Fear, and Dogs

Yesterday, we released our first picture book through Amazon’s self-publisher platform. Self-publishing is a rewarding, yet terrifying experience. It’s a great honor to see your work bound into a book and celebrated by your followers, but it’s also a moment of stark vulnerability as you rely upon the people around you to decide the fate of your piece (because you don’t have a giant publishing house who recreates fate daily).

This book was created as an uplifting story for kids and a novelty for adults. If you love doggos, think we need a stream of light in this dark chapter, cherish humor, or love supporting small authors, please share, reblog, and order our book. Thank you for helping us to reach bookshelves everywhere.

Character

You don’t just rise in the morning with your character; it’s formed and reformed every day, pressed together, pulled apart, and recreated by your

company

connections

music

moments

books

browsers

paths

and poisons.

Death

Thunderstorms

and hurricanes

deceive us

when they change course,

letting us believe

that disaster can

weave around us,

when death is a tempest

that will not miss.

Stress

Stress is like ocean water:

you either

harness its energy

to move beyond boundaries

or you

flounder, paralyzed,

beneath its enormity.

Effort

Perhaps,

instead of seeking

a partner

with a particular skill

or quality,

we should

pursue a person

who is full

of effort,

raw energy

for life

and love.

Testimonies of Nature

Now that the world is silent for a moment, may we again hear the cries of the wind, the whispers of the trees, and the cadence of the river, all, and at once, singing the song of their Creator, the source of trembling power and unexpected life.

Firestone Friday: Poem XX

I cherish

your

grey hair

and

all of your

signs of living,

because they

reveal

moments, days, years,

that you

have grown

into your own

essence,

all the time

becoming

the most

radiant

thing

I’ve ever

known.