Poetry

  • Golden Light

    She holds my hand and walks me home while rabid dogs do lie, she takes each ache, and wraps them dear though fear, old foe, won’t die. Her seeds of goodness, daily, sprout she guides my heart by day, the… Continue reading

  • Stop. Imagine.

    Stop. Imagine. There is a human here and a human there. Both are different, vastly so. Human number one feels okay being bombarded with a box full of emails. He tackles them, one by one, and then he continues on… Continue reading

  • The River and The Stone

    The river is always changed after the stone has pierced her still waters. Continue reading

  • The Soft Things

    The quiet is here and so am I. I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed. I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on… Continue reading

  • I Am Here

    Do not look at my face and tell me I am beautiful. Do not look at my skin and see your hands upon my life. Look at me. Look at me. I am here. I have always always been here. Continue reading

  • Love and Pizza

    I firmly assure you. Love is all there is. Stop mucking around and get on with it, world. The pizza tastes better, there. Continue reading

  • Empty

    I open my heart and close my eyes. And I am just me. Just me in this silent night. Let me be empty. Continue reading

  • The Stories We Tell

    The stories we tell ourselves about what life is, does, means, will make our hearts or break our hearts. The choice, I suppose, is ours. Make, break or both, sometimes. If only the answer were simple. Then again… what is… Continue reading

  • I Have Loved

    I only have to give this love that I have. I only have to give it, and cherish the way it feels to know I have loved. Continue reading

  • Rain

    Today, there is rain. And the most beautiful peace. Continue reading