Author Archives: bwarren

Driving west on I-90 We cross the Mississippi A bald eagle circles our morning Head tilted toward Mother Earth

Is faux hope better than no hope?

There’s a mirror in me that catches your words and twists them.

If you eat more you’ll feel better. Like a full belly means a full me.

Scarlet whispers take wing as feathers like red angels flash before our eyes.

Our hearts open like quilts stitched together with fireflies and grain.

stories  born where breaks  do double takes