As the Nights Grow Long
There’s a quiet velvety hush this time of year when nights speak in deepening, darkening shades of silence and my body instinctively...
Still Carrying that Fear
I remember the smell of sunlight upon my mother’s alabaster arms that distinct scent which lingered behind long after she died that scent...
Young Love
His shoulders pressed up against the unwieldy weight of uncertainty as he walked towards her with a longing to savor and be savored. She...
The Color of Ease
Back then, she hungered for the absence of worry and the promise of unbreakable ease. She lay there drifting upon a float like an...
Written in Motion
At the start of each spring, I’m reminded of all I forgot. How she keeps her promise to return all glowing green speaking the language of...
Language of Enchantment
The fairy fog hovered like a low-lying spell stretching out and gliding towards. She covered all she touched in whispering shades of...
Night Bathing
Right outside my window a rain of birdsong rushes in - chickadees chatting, warblers whistling, blue jays commanding and robins...
Shaped by Survival Physiology *
The wind pounded the walls like a scorned lover locked out wanting in. Wood creaked, windows rattled everything flexed ever so slightly...
Coming Back to Me
I am learning to listen to the low-lying eddy within whispering murmurations of truth and knowing. For years I mistook its faint current...
To All The Slam Poets
Thank you to all the Slam Poets out there who revitalized me with their distinct rhythm of percussive truths. Who punctuated words with...
