Poetry

  • Yayah! WOOT!

    And just so the lot of you know: THIS will be the BEST damn year of ALL our lives. (This blog post was proudly brought to you by the soul cleansing- complete and utter dork making- power of the full… Continue reading

  • The Wolf

    When the moon is full they will remember: the wolf howls into the shining night. And so do they. Continue reading

  • Raging Humanity

    Where do I put the pieces of me that I do not wish to see? Where do I put the pieces of others that cut my gentle flesh and baste me in the black oil of smiles and lies? Are… Continue reading

  • Flight

    Her flight was sweet. And every bit as magical as the hummingbird sipping honeysuckle beside her. Continue reading

  • Chains

    I see the chains of humanity, do you? It is okay to see the chains. They are there. We have built them. We can pull them apart, too, link by link until there is only one sweet day and a… Continue reading

  • Permission

    The song of this heart sings without permission. Continue reading

  • Softness

    I will whisper my softness to you every night. I will whisper my softness. To you. Continue reading

  • Grey

    Shall I sing to you only of sun shiny days? I cannot. The clouds are grey over the meadow and the rain falls fat and cold upon the emerald green. I will not tell you the sun is shining. It… Continue reading

  • The Path Of The Righteous

    How hard we strive to maintain the path of the righteous. And yet someone, somewhere aches on the flip side of right. So, what is right? There is only bitter sweet existence. Continue reading

  • All The Lovely Things

    If I were a forest, there would be afternoon sun slicing through my trees. And little white rabbits would hop along the way between the daisies and the rushing river and I would know this was the sweetest day. If… Continue reading