My FLAME once burned bright. Accolades were many, and for a long time, regrets were few. Yet, now, knowing what I know about how quickly time moves and how much we can lose, I would TRADE those moments in the light for more time with you. I know you did not begrudge me my time upon the public STAGE, a time when you were forced to share me with the community. But still, I will be plagued forever with doubts and questions of what could have been.

Georg’ann

Inside all is still, peaceful and warm
Outside rain and wind beat at the windows
I don’t want to get out of my cover nest QUITE yet
Though the cat has already left, signaling just how late it is
She’ll be waiting by her bowl,
Yesterday I should have gone to the STORE
the last bit of the bread is STALE and barely milk for my coffee.
we have plenty we don’t live close to the margin
Our supplies are short
only because I choose so.
Just as today its a choice
to be late, nothing is at STAKE
a few blocks away, the house where I lived once as a child
a house where there was no warmth or food.
And yet still more than the man who is right now sleeping on the STAGE of the park between that house and this home.
The rain on his roof plays a different song

Heather