If life ever stops inspiring us to write, it's time to stop doing what we do.

Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.

And there's always retrospect to light a clearer path.

I cry when I feel like crying.

We're bombarded with media reports, with social media, with anyone with an opinion.

The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.

You set up your place in my thoughts, moved in and made my thinking crowded.