Poetry

  • Resistance

    When the wind whispers into the bones of the trees, it is calling to say: ‘This is life as it is. And my breath will bend you the way that it does.’ Resistance is futile when you’re a tree. Continue reading

  • Neat and Tidy

    She came in a neat and tidy box. Most of them did. Until they opened the box and life began. Continue reading

  • The Wolf

    When the moon is full they will remember: the wolf howls into the shining night. And so do they. Continue reading

  • Raging Humanity

    Where do I put the pieces of me that I do not wish to see? Where do I put the pieces of others that cut my gentle flesh and baste me in the black oil of smiles and lies? Are… Continue reading

  • Flight

    Her flight was sweet. And every bit as magical as the hummingbird sipping honeysuckle beside her. Continue reading

  • Best Friends

    Oh, the softness you are. The sweet story of you whistled through my pages, the sharpest sorrow, bringing me to life. There is nothing more beautiful than the glistening shards of a lifetime of broken hearts melting together again. This… Continue reading

  • Chains

    I see the chains of humanity, do you? It is okay to see the chains. They are there. We have built them. We can pull them apart, too, link by link until there is only one sweet day and a… Continue reading

  • Permission

    The song of this heart sings without permission. Continue reading

  • Softness

    I will whisper my softness to you every night. I will whisper my softness. To you. Continue reading

  • Grey

    Shall I sing to you only of sun shiny days? I cannot. The clouds are grey over the meadow and the rain falls fat and cold upon the emerald green. I will not tell you the sun is shining. It… Continue reading