Flowing
I have always been drawn to the in-betweens to the loose precision of brushstrokes those swift splashes containing a mix of motion and...
Wanting More
I'm not ready for the rousing exuberance of spring I’m still craving fistfuls of darkness and flavors of silence I’m wanting to winter...
More than a Moment
I heard a heavy swoosh from above and watched as a barred owl flapped its pterodactyl wings with intimidating grace and low-lying speed....
Finding My Way Back
I was in motion before I even began created from and by a compilation and accumulation of intersecting moments of connection that birthed...
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...
