On Good Behavior (an observation)

Yesterday I wrote a little poem about the ‘truly good’ who do not see themselves as such. These are people who have experienced the harsh, ugly side of life and somehow associate their identity with these bad things. They feel irredeemable. Yet, they are driven to perform acts of goodness, all the while never believingContinue reading “On Good Behavior (an observation)”


by Joan Wiley I AM I am Dust. Wedged into rivlets of life’s river rush, Weighted by silence of bigger dreams. I am Unseen. Drowned beneath frivolous layers Reflecting brilliant favor with the sun. I am Bound. Sealed within stone truths told by A heart with veins full of silver linings. I am Rich. ShimmeringContinue reading “I AM”