I am here Though you may not notice Above the trees I soar High within the clouds Looking down upon the earth. And so I guard you. The wind lifts my wings, I Coast down, my eyes closing As I sniff the warm spring air. Tilting my head, I come to land My hooves …
Everyone has a beginning. On the tree of life we start As too green leaves Bright, yet fragile Sprouting upon wobbly limbs, Reaching for the sun in the sky. It is a beginning. With spring, comes strength. Buds burst forward. We are steadier, As the winds bend us, Rain revives us, and The early years …
The same dance we’ve always had In the morning and before going to bed Each step mapping out a certain choice; As the time draws near I lose my voice. Where will we be months from now? When you have found your new niche, tell me how To form a different sort of connection, still. …
The warmth encompasses me and holds me close Tight within the arms of awareness, and Humbling in the sincerity of tenderness. A candle flickers Bringing within its light your gentleness. The slight curve of your face, The edge of your smile, Draws me in As you look down at me with sleepy eyes. Within those …
Growing up we read the fairy tales, and Dreamt of a lady and lake. Visions of knights valiant in mail Charging down a winding path Excited our imagination As mists floated at the river’s edge. Whispers of adventure’s pledge were So close you could feel it Swirling around you with poignant destiny. How does one …
Hi everyone, New Website So obviously, we have moved my site to its own domain and I am really excited about merging my Poetry with my Fiction and Essays. With a poetry book coming out over the summer and two fiction collaborations happening, it just seems like the best time. Expanded Content Over the past …
Enough. I remember the protests of Vietnam. Barely, but they resonated In the conversations around me, The glimpses of students waving signs That I couldn’t read. This, at the beginning of my life. Democracy apparent as people Gathered to protest a War that wasn’t called a war. What is war, then? This conflict of words …
Yesterday, I posted a poem here and to FB, etc. I deliberately indicated it was a Draft, in part because I wasn’t sure about it. Ironically, the cadence of the poem felt to me much like one that I wrote in 1987 when I was 14 and I worried that it would feel that way …
I wish i could say That it will all be okay, And that the worry and fear Won’t consume you. So many years of the ups and downs; Of trying to handle it all. Just remember that this time You are not alone Oh my love, my heart and joy, Would that I could Wish …
Poetry, why I write it and where I am going with it today…
