Poet

  • 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

  • Lonely

    But I am the wind. And my soul is alone as it blows through the jars of neat and tidy life. Oh, the aching. For, home floats free; I will never be bound. Can you not see? I will never… Continue reading

  • Fathers

    It started with the Fathers of the Fathers. Each ache, each man left broken by the one who came before him: not his fault, that pain, continued. But an unwanted gift, often unseen, too often delivered. It must now be… Continue reading

  • Feathers

    She fled her body, to where the poets fly. Her heart lived in that place, an angel by night light. There were feathers on the wind of day, and music, like a lovers kiss, drifting. Oh, how she loved, there.… Continue reading

  • Sweet Love Departed

    When there is, in this soft heart, a tear for sweet love departed, a tender wave of grief upon the shore; where do these small hands go? How do I hold and kiss and whisper each precious ache into wholeness,… Continue reading

  • A Poet

    Of all the labels I reject ‘a poet’ is the one golden cage ringing true to my soul. It holds my heart, this stamp that tells me- not who I am, but what I do in the world and how… Continue reading

  • The Carpet

    The wind was crisp and the sun sang warm to my skin. The rest of the world was too fast to know bliss like that. The truth is: the truth is too expensive; a depth of emotion most are unwilling… Continue reading

  • Wherever I May Go

    Life and her currents. I feel them like tears in my bones. And all I can do is let the river run, let the stream carry me wherever I may go. Through the high clouds of white. Through the deep… Continue reading

  • Searching

    How deep is the sea that clutches and drags me to the muddy floor, within? How many days will I tumble into the swell of inner life unspoken, unwanted, unkind? Shall I stand here, now, battered and smiling, beside this… Continue reading

  • Loneliness

    There is depth and beauty in loneliness. It is quiet. Peaceful. And though I’ve never known it, loneliness is the wave that has known me a lifetime, long. Its quiet waits for nothing, it just hangs in the air, aching,… Continue reading