Distinguishing life

I trip on the road and look up to see a crow. He’s sitting in a tree just staring at me. Then he lets out a loud annoying caw as if I’m bothering him. A majestic creature overlooked every day sits there staring at me. I pull my hoodie up over my head to continue walking. It fly’s in front of me then settles on the tree to the left of me. I shrug my shoulders wondering what’s up with him. Maybe he’s having a bad day too.



Baking a Cake, A metaphor for jump-starting dreams!

If your dreams are scattered, pick them up, put them in order. Please number, them one by one. Then set out to achieve them til each one is done. It takes a while to gather what you need to bake a cake. Your dreams are the ingredients you need to buy so gather each one and add it carefully. Please mix them while you: dance, chat, sing, throw your hat to the sky. Then set the oven and wait. It’s like your waiting for a callback, or an answer from a publisher, a two-day wanderer that finds the right path, then when the oven dings put those ingredients in. If you’ve done it correctly, it should come out all delish. Like the phone call that says your manuscripts accepted, or a callback, or anything that which says SUCCESS!


Close the curtains
Turn down the lights
Breathe in the crisp fresh air 
Pull down the sheets and climb in
Settle down, pull your pillow close before shutting your eyes
Rest, revive,
Snuggle up for an unconscious ride.
Angela K. Crandall


Thank you to the friends who’ve stayed loyally by my side
The ones who’ve allowed me to be exactly who I am
Your hearts are cherished
And sometimes I may feel down
Like you don’t love me
I’m not perfect
Realize not everyone can always be there
But deep down I know you still care
Times when you’ve called, and I’ve been short
I’m sorry if it hurt
Then when you called, and I was there
Yes, I do care
But sometimes when I’m alone, I wish you’d call me on the phone
Someone would show up at my door
I’m sorry if this makes me look needy
But we all need a clan
I feel like forever I’ve been suffering from giving a damn
The LGBT community
Yes, I support
It doesn’t make me a jerk
For I was taught to love all
Can you do the same?
Still, I tell myself stay thankful people are there
You are only in your own despair
They keep shouting it at me
And inside I want to shout back
Instead, I step back
To say
Thank you again
I’m a broken record
That will not stop being thankful for those that can
See the inner me
Let me be free
Even if they can’t be here every day
Only once a month, a few times a year
I am grateful
Even when you think differently
~Angela K. Crandall~

Peace Within

My heart withers when unfed.
Inside I feel dead
Like I am sleeping in my grave before it’s dug
I try not to let my petals wilt
I grab the can of water pouring it over myself
Then wash my body clean of the regret I see within me
Attempting to grow in self-love
Yearning for more
I fall to the earth and lay down
Listening for the sound of its breath, soul
Taking it in
Cherishing it as my ancestors have
Allowing fulfillment through the songs of the birds
The wildlife, scurrying around me.
I look up to the sun, her sweet rays of light
Finally feeling full.
Angela K. Crandall