Martyr

Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition … More Martyr

The Missing Melody

Sometimes life feels wrong in every way.Discouragement and dwindling hope are like pieces that are too big for the puzzle, so they just take up space with no consideration to the garish view. And those clunky jagged things become the sun and sky.Meanwhile so many of us are in the same boat that the boat … More The Missing Melody

Tree Affinity

To be kin with the trees is to let their roots become your veins. Their branch­es, your limbs. Their leaves, your lungs.  Their waters, your blood. The jungle air is moist on your skin, and you drink it in, every pore enlivened and awake, informed by all that lives. The sun is a gift your … More Tree Affinity

Wild Like Me

It’s hard to reconcile being wild sometimes, the feral hunger.  The seeking eyes, the instincts that lead one to survive. The shapeshifting in twilight when it’s dark enough to see more colors, and Iight enough to illuminate the way forward.  Star-kissed riverbeds and spectral skies.  Emerald trees and non­-linear time.  Magenta plumes and lavender moons. … More Wild Like Me

The Call of Fire

The fires drove us away when they raged and caged my breath.  My family’s home in my lungs with buildings and machines, blood and bones, a million dead dreams and more. We could not have known what was in store for the forests of the world any more than the sea knew she’d be swallowing … More The Call of Fire

Task Master

How does She do it? Steal my peace as easily as breathing. Churn my guts at the flip of a switch. Burn me hot to stir me. Turn my favorite colors grey. Pulled away from dreams I cling to as if it will make them real. Detached from my senses, I cannot see or feel. … More Task Master

Stardust

If I close my eyes this moment, I could probably sleep forever.   Skin on blush satin and bones on feathers.   A black velvet blind-fold so light never returns.  A tepid tomb for a womb of rest. Body at peace, my spirit could wander to other realms less dense than gravity tethering me so … More Stardust