
lying in bed, sick
in between the coughing fits
the sound of raindrops

lying in bed, sick
in between the coughing fits
the sound of raindrops

It looks like an unassuming restaurant from the outside,
but once you open those doors
you’ll be transported into a legendary haven for music lovers.

Providence.
A bustling art scene. Renowned performing arts centers and galleries. The most restaurants, coffee and donut shops per capita of any US city. 8 institutions of higher learning. A rich history and strong culture. Charming views. Home of the first WaterFire, now a worldwide event. And more…..
Who know such a small place had so much to offer?

Well anytime, any place, anywhere that I goAll the people seem to stop and stareThey say, “Why are you dressed like it’s Halloween?You look so absurd, you look so obscene!”

“If you don’t know where you are going
Any road will take you there.”
-Lewis Carroll

the leaves will soon change
falling upon the brick sidewalks
autumn already

“The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
—Kurt Vonnegut

Abandoned, Collapsed, Overgrown.
The inside looks outward as the outside moves in.
How long until it falls?
The untended may meet with ruin. Keep your mind clear and your body strong. Pull up the weeds that grow inside of you.
Stand your ground.

Revisiting what I once had,
A complicated feeling.
Acceptance of loss.
A yearning for what once was.
Gratitude for what I have now.
And appreciation for the road I’ve walked to get here.
A place of growth, tranquility, courage.

Following my path,
A new chapter’s beginning.
One step at a time.