Poetry

  • A Silver Breath

    I have craved your whispering goodness. I have known your shadows deep. And here we sing to a tender memory of scattered and tumbling diamond dust. A silver breath of life incomplete.     Continue reading

  • I Am The Air

    Music is the wind, and I am the air. And we gracefully dance, and we blissfully play, and we claim our place within the fabric of the other until we are one.   Continue reading

  • Scarlet Dreams

    Grip my body in darkness and I will show you your soul. May the black of the air around us swirl with scarlet dreams and indigo flight. Continue reading

  • This Place of Quiet

    I am here in the quiet, knowing I am home. I am the same, in this place, as the windy trees and the sunset that melts across the bay. This quiet. It is the porcelain wail of a newborn child,… Continue reading

  • It Is A Gift

    It is a gift. An open heart spun into ebony lace: words. So much more than what they seem. The chance to see, and believe that anything is possible, always. No matter how wild the wind on a quiet sea. Close… Continue reading

  • My Heart, My Soul, My Muse

    Sweet Love. I wander among the daisies, knowing you are there traveling lightly in the fields of life, towards home. I have loved you sweetly with the quiet of me, my heart, my soul, my muse. I will wait. Here. In… Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    Today, I begin the school of life again. I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown. I am afraid. I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid— the beautiful tendril… Continue reading

  • My Sun

    When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading

  • These Tears

    Do these tears make you uncomfortable? How about this: does the rain make you uncomfortable? The sky is not afraid to rain, and I am not afraid to cry. I am not afraid of what you’ll think of me if… Continue reading

  • Serious

    Why so serious? When all you need to know is: I am human. So are you. Why paint our condition with news voices and walls that keep us stuck in the rat race of clown face. Have we become but… Continue reading