Poetry

  • 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

  • Creativity Rises

    I intend to write one thing and another is born. Creativity rises. It controls me, not the other way around. The poem I’ve just written began with a feeling of being stuck. Stuck in COVID lockdown. Stuck in a middle… 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

  • Glimmer

    Beautiful are the moments where I remember you are you, and I am me. Perfectly. Beautiful are the mornings the sun shines on cobwebby thoughts and there I see the glimmer of truth. How beautiful you are. How beautiful I… Continue reading

  • I Will HoldYou

    I will hold your ache in loving arms. I will be the faith you have lost in the world. I will shine a light on your breaking heart, that you may hand stitch the truth into the fabric of your… 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

  • Someone Is Fighting

    Wherever I look, someone is fighting. It hurts the softness of me, this world. It takes and takes the peace and I am so afraid to be torn apart by another day of humanity. The carnival of dark and dense… Continue reading

  • The River I Am

    The river I am. I fall in love with the next creative thing, and there I stay for a while (but not forever.) When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed. I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician.… Continue reading

  • Choosing Better

    The darkness of life is a wonderful teacher. I’ve been there a time or two, and now I say, ‘no’. Lovingly, with fire and ice, I say no. No, thank you. No. Thank you, no more. Such a lovely relief,… Continue reading