Navigating life through grandparenthood, chronic illness, dream work, and other inspirations. I dream of waking before the dawn,. Preparing for my day with proficiency,. Professionally preened and on the go. In reality, I see the early light of day. Through an insomnia-induced haze,. Or miss it altogether, unable to rise. I will carelessly tie my hair back,.

The Poetic Journey of John White, writer. A New Direction NEW! Posted by John White. Any move away from our agenda. Will quickly earn you a label. That we can and will plaster there. For all the world to see. Go along with us on this. Ride toward the granola sunset. Ever be spoken but where.

I am the warmth of the sun. I try to hold on. I need to let go. As I whisper your name. Hoping to make a sound.

I told you when you fall. And drag me to the grass. And shatter to a million pieces. I loved and you lied all our truths away. I risked my all for you.