Poetry

  • Beneath The Sad Moon

    What is this softness that takes my heart dancing beneath the sad moon? When aching life pours from the sky, and my heart cries to be heard for once without question. Will I listen? No. I will hear, but I… Continue reading

  • Bloom

    No rose (not a single one) ever bloomed in an instant. Listen to the silence of the journey. Let the rose bloom as she will. Continue reading

  • This Way, Life

    If not this moment, when? If not under this orange-grey sky, beneath these sweeping willows, fair, where? How do we taste the rain and know it is good if we do not open our mouths? The warm salty promise of… Continue reading

  • Love

    How beautiful, to know there is love. There is love. There is love. Continue reading

  • Like The Rest Of Us

    I do not believe in seeking justice. I believe in healing and forgiveness. I believe in walking with humans who are imperfect like the rest of us. Like the rest of us. Imperfect. Like the rest of us. Like the… Continue reading

  • Thank Goodness

    I knew it would take me there. To the place beyond everything, the place that shows me, really quite beautifully, who I truly am. I can’t remember the last time I watched Legends of the Fall. A very long time… Continue reading

  • Everything Will Be Alright

    Hush. Close your eyes. Breathe. It’s alright. Everything will be alright. Continue reading

  • For Now

    In a world of fire, I am the stream. Peace. My heart wants nothing more, my soul wants nothing less. I am tired. So tired of the saddest story: well meaning fighters, fighting for good, creating the worst kind of… Continue reading

  • Sweet Aching Quiet

    Sweet aching quiet. Soft night, curled up beside me. I know you. I know your fragile whispers, well. Continue reading

  • The Wind

    Oh, but darling. The wind will take you, anyway. Ain’t no fighting the wind, darling. Ain’t no fighting the wind. Continue reading