Poetry

  • The Puzzle

    I believe the world is a puzzle, and we are the pieces. All of us. The trees. The rivers. You. Me. These guys. (Awwwww. xxx)   But no, I mean really. That’s what I believe. We’re a puzzle. And though… Continue reading

  • The Magic of Rain

    Because rain was always meant to be magic. Now do you remember? Continue reading

  • It’s Time

    It’s time to speak the words I too often hide. Because, actually, silence can kill. And words can change the world for the better.   It’s time to love my life like I only have one. Because I do only have one.… Continue reading

  • The Answer

    The answer is: I don’t know the answer. The question is: Does anyone?   Continue reading

  • Wild Geese: Mary Oliver

    A friend gifted me a beautiful copy. The words were swirly, and letterpressed onto white rippled cardboard, and when I read it—Wild Geese, a poem by Mary Oliver—I just knew there was no one in the world that needed it… Continue reading

  • The Deep End Of Me

    If I love you: Today, you feel like all the pink clouds in my sky.   If I miss you: Today, I ache for what we make the world when we are together.   If I know you: Today, I… Continue reading

  • Worthy

    We don’t have to convince the world that we are worthy of their love hearts. We only have to convince ourselves that we are worthy of our own. Continue reading

  • Tomorrow

    Tomorrow, we start again. Continue reading

  • The Day Moon

    When the day moon shines from its blue morning home, I reach into the quiet and feel once again the tender, sweet moments of yesterday.   Continue reading

  • Wild

    The wild in me craves the touch of the wild out there. Continue reading