Poetry

  • Quiet on a Hill

    I close my eyes, my foot on a chair. Pots clang. Time flashes, bright and loud. Could there be just me and the stars? Me and my hands on dry earth? My heart glows at the thought. And I run,… Continue reading

  • She Remembers

    How my soul asks to be held. How she breathes the cotton thoughts of yesterday through the trees as she remembers. Continue reading

  • Perhaps

    Perhaps you might ask your heart what it wants. Perhaps you might listen. Perhaps. Continue reading

  • Stop. Imagine.

    Stop. Imagine. There is a human here and a human there. Both are different, vastly so. Human number one feels okay being bombarded with a box full of emails. He tackles them, one by one, and then he continues on… Continue reading

  • The River and The Stone

    The river is always changed after the stone has pierced her still waters. Continue reading

  • I Am Here

    Do not look at my face and tell me I am beautiful. Do not look at my skin and see your hands upon my life. Look at me. Look at me. I am here. I have always always been here. Continue reading

  • Love and Pizza

    I firmly assure you. Love is all there is. Stop mucking around and get on with it, world. The pizza tastes better, there. Continue reading

  • Empty

    I open my heart and close my eyes. And I am just me. Just me in this silent night. Let me be empty. Continue reading

  • The Stories We Tell

    The stories we tell ourselves about what life is, does, means, will make our hearts or break our hearts. The choice, I suppose, is ours. Make, break or both, sometimes. If only the answer were simple. Then again… what is… Continue reading

  • Unity

    Unity is the magic pill. But unity does not look like shaming the broken. Hear it. It is this, my truth, I speak. Continue reading