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...
Coyotes
I was walking down the stairs late last night when a coyote, shrouded in leafy shadows, punctured the nighttime quietude with a single,...
Emboldened by Uncertainty
Even the shadows surrendered to the darkening descent of the moonless, starless night but not the katydids and crickets. They chanted and...
Belonging
Up above the loose lilac light slips through the silver-stretched clouds slumbering across the day’s dimming sky. And here down below I...
A New Way of Writing, A Different Way of Relating
(*Bringing Inner Relationship Focusing to the writing process) Don’t charge towards the center in a single, breathless blur. Instead,...
