The Eagle Cried

I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered in the air. No breeze to wash away The scent of Satan’s hair.   The Medivac’s are fading now, Their cabins filled with dead. So many grisly pictures Are surging through…

Boat ride

Originally posted on musing:
Rode a boat today It was a great day Feeling the wind through my hair As we skim across the water And through the air makes you feel so free I could just be me Not a care As we watch the world go by Like a rodeo bull rider Riding…

SJ Topic: Body Image

More on body image: Click here for: SJ Topic: Body Image. Thank you Sara Jane for putting yourself out there on video with your thoughts on this subject. So much pressure is put on young people to be like the fake plastic “perfect” people they see on TV and in magazines. That isn’t real. That isn’t…