Humanity

  • I Am There

    Here on this hillside, this sweet patch of earth, I have become. And there is no further to go, there are no wings to grow, I am there. I am there. Continue reading

  • Darling World

    Sleep tight, darling world. How lovely and alive you will be tomorrow. Continue reading

  • The Window

    On days where rain settles on the window, I look to the future with dusty eyes. How does one peer beyond the droplets there? How beautiful can the horizon appear when my eyes are glazed with the muck and haze… Continue reading

  • In The Wind

    I saw her when I closed my eyes, I felt her in the wind. And I knew I had to tell her how tired I am, and how I never imagined life would be so hard. I had to tell… Continue reading

  • Forgiven

    And when she aches she will know a world beyond herself. Where thunder becomes her; a raging fire, waiting to be. How is this small softness so wide with grief beyond the day! How is this smile, so often true,… Continue reading

  • Hold Me Now

    With this grace, I will hold my head high. I will look to the sun and grant it permission to fill my heart, on this day, as with any other day. There is a softness in the air that reminds… Continue reading

  • A Simple Wish

    I open my soul again and again. Has my heart been heard this time? So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking. Hear me, please. I may not carry the right words, always. But my heart is pure, my wish… Continue reading

  • Dark Cupboard

    I’m in a cupboard, peeking into the light. If you looked, you’d see my eye, and I’d see you. All of you. Even your well worn Volleys. Especially those. White. (Not so white at all.) I’d smile, but you’d not… Continue reading

  • A Mysterious Animating Force

    The sweet divinity that lingers at the edge of life. Writers and artists know it well. Actors and musicians feel it within their bodies. And none of us have any clue as to what it is. Not even those who… Continue reading

  • Waves

    I have lived on this earth with them, but not apart of them. It is a story I have not written. I, ( whoever ‘I’ is ) would not write a story such as this. I am them and they… Continue reading