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Reign – A Rhyming Poem
Poet’s Notes: I rarely write rhyming poems, unless I’m writing song lyrics, and even then they are more loose and lyrical. This is not technically perfect rhyming or meter, I just wanted to try and express an idea this way. It’s a good exercise, and sometimes the limitations of rhyme lead to more concise metaphor,… Continue reading
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Captivity – A Double Haiku
Author’s note: I wrote this Double Haiku as an epilogue to my poem Weekdays. It was almost in the long form free verse, but I liked it much better short and sweet, (No pun intended. Well, maybe a little!). Continue reading
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Weekdays
Just like that, the change. Crimson to cobalt. When he snaps under pressure from duties pulling the band of his life, it stings. Leaves a dark mark. When he disconnects from fleshy ones around him because it is time to plug into the device, he’s a slave, milked, for a patch of pasture. And he… Continue reading
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Heritage – A Haiku
Sometimes a little says a lot. This one was just too big to do it any other way. Continue reading
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Happy Birthday
I wrote this in a birthday card for someone very special this weekend, and thought I’d share it, since I’ve noticed that Someone picking up the card and re-reading it in the following days. Apparently it is a poem, according to said person, and upon re-reading, I supposed they are right. So I asked Special… Continue reading
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Something Else
Here is a piece I wrote about being an almost step-monster. Continue reading
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My Elemental
Your eyes are the sky with clouds toying with rain and dancing with the sun. Your blues are great lakes reflecting light and hiding the depths. The ocean plays this game before dusk, in the afternoon: she fools you into the comfort of a washed tone with sheets of silver, masking the blue that could swallow… Continue reading
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Eye Contact
I have olive eyes, a green I never loved. I wanted viridian, or better yet: sage. I wanted light eyes, bright eyes, eyes that pierce and coax against their will. Eyes that people remember because they electrify; Such powerful beauty they are hard to look at (for long, at least). But my green isn’t bright.… Continue reading
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The Moth
He is silent in his thoughts even when I ask a question; Tall in red and denim, pensive and peering through glass and structure. I get lost outside of that box of vision; When the colors reveal themselves to him and mix with his chaos; When the lights of his life keep flashing their lumens… Continue reading
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The Tower (a page poem)
As the Camp Fire continues to burn in Northern California, the San Francisco greater Bay Area is dramatically effected by Unhealthy Air Quality levels, which is effecting some of our health, especially those in sensitive groups, like myself. Many local poets are writing about this to deal with their experiences, and I am no exception.… Continue reading
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Fire-breathing (spoken word)
I haven’t written or shared Spoken Word poetry in a very long time, but felt utterly compelled to do so yesterday as way to deal with my own feelings about the current tragedy of the Camp Fire effecting so many Californians right now, including my own family who lost everything. I wasn’t sure it was… Continue reading
About Me
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.