Poetry

  • Beautiful

    Let me tell you how the small things you do are beautiful. Let me show you this mirror, let you reach for it in wonder. This shine belongs to you, do you see? Do you see? Yes, you see. Continue reading

  • One

    Hush, dear soul, there is no need to question the aching sorrows. For they are there, as is the joy; two faithful companions on the road to somewhere and nowhere. Oh, dear soul. It is true there are questions unanswered,… Continue reading

  • Layers of Illusion

    Woman. Professional woman. Single professional woman. Blonde single professional woman. Old blonde single professional woman. Sweet old blonde single professional woman. Joyful sweet old blonde single professional woman. Australian sweet old blonde single professional woman. Human. Man. Unemployed man. Married… Continue reading

  • Anyone

    I feel the truth only because of the false. A seeing beyond the faces of clowns. Play rolled in fear, don’t you see the squeaky carousel? They feel the brittle bones of life gone by and bleed again, but only… Continue reading

  • Each New End

    Life is a story I tell myself. And I daren’t tell it wrong for fear of the unhappy ending. But what is unhappy? And what is an ending if a beginning is found on the other side of each new… Continue reading

  • Bravery

    Bravery is born on the tender tears of loss and disappointment. Keep stepping. You are so loved. Continue reading

  • The Carpet

    The wind was crisp and the sun sang warm to my skin. The rest of the world was too fast to know bliss like that. The truth is: the truth is too expensive; a depth of emotion most are unwilling… Continue reading

  • Let Go

    Let go. For peace. Continue reading

  • Bright New Day

    I send my heart to those in pain. Let me sit beside you in the dark. Let me remind you: darkness is the ship to a bright new day. Continue reading

  • The Wind

    The wind, I think, is peace. The breath of the earth. The song of the trees. And we will bathe in her softness, today, and every day. The wind, I think, rolls all days into one. May she catch us… Continue reading