Poetry

  • Still I Dream

    With these soft eyes, I turn to the angry mob and I speak. I tell them to leave me be. I tell them I want no part in the way they raise their swords and bring each other down. I… Continue reading

  • The Web

    It is beautiful, I think, to be a very small thread on the web of it all. Continue reading

  • One

    Here we are, world. Another day of co-creation. I do not own you. You do not own me. And yet we are one becoming many through each moment, each hour, each breath held or released in the face of it… Continue reading

  • At Five

    Sometimes I feel five. Like the world is big and I am small. And there are kids all around bigger than me, louder, scarier, bolder than this softness that folds me like tissue. (No one else folds like tissue. Just… Continue reading

  • I Am Loved

    There you are behind a soft, uncertain smile, surprised that you are loved. You are loved. It is your expectation that has made it seem not so. You see the world and ask it to hold you as you wish… Continue reading

  • Little Light

    What colour shall I paint my sky? Soft-pink and grey: clouds of spun sugar, sweet dreams that drift me to life? Bring me a cool breath of clarity. Bring me a little light, and I will shine it, wherever I… Continue reading

  • Control

    Control. Lack of it. Need for it. Flight from it. Control. There will always be hunger for freedom. Continue reading

  • Isn’t It Funny

    Isn’t it funny that for a moment you forgot how wonderful you are. Sweet, dancing sunshine. Isn’t it funny. Continue reading

  • A Story

    It smells like a roast but it feels like a story of love, of a garden, and of home. Continue reading

  • Who Are You?

    Who are you? What do you need to feel like the you you’ve forgotten you are. Hint: It’s the first thing that comes to your mind, bloggy friends. Doing that thing will help you live your best life. I’m so… Continue reading