Stop hiding from the calling to rise, for you were always destined to become a mountain. A range of foothills living in the shadows at your feet can never meet you eye to eye. There is life at every elevation, and different beings grow at every height. But you must make do with conversations with … More The Secret Life of Mountains
Things always change the moment I make peace with what is. I contemplate until I reach the essence in the foundations of existence. What a journey it is, to be a traveler, never in one place for long enough to get comfortable. Such is the nature of a shift. I stretch so far beyond myself … More The Nature of a Shift
I never thought my life would make it this long, and that’s why my bones think I’m already dead, crackling as if the foundation of a world the Gods had enough of has come to crumbling. The moment a Titan exhales to blow out the flames before realizing how much has already burned. And grains … More The Great Unknown
My Angel found me just in time to get me ready to go. He gives me a safe place to leave my skin behind and grow a new one; Put on light instead of all this iron. For who can be content in a metal cast, so heavy so no one can ever see who … More The Keeper of Lights
It’s dark now Mother, and I can’t see a way out. Maybe this is my home after all. The place where everything is touched by grief. Where your spiders are weaving constantly to show me the majesty of a web, glistening in dim light only the Underworld knows. With the silence the monsters keep so … More Nightsong
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
For my Father, and any others suffering from guilt, shame, or regret for past actions in a struggle to accept forgiveness, or forgive themselves. You’ve struggled long enough. And even if you think you must keep it up, you’ll never have pennance to payfor your lack of grace.For the Grace was never yoursto give. We all … More Promise Land
They say 13 is an unlucky number, always avoided and missed, so my giant can’t find shoes to fit with enough room to exist.Too much reverence for the feminine to be contained in a size that’s tame enough for men to feel safe. Thirteen inches breaks the ruler, and 13 skiesare too much for tiny … More Giant Shoes
Introduction: This piece was inspired by an article I read in the Washington Post about A School of Music for Women in Afghanistan that was destroyed by the Taliban and turned into a bunker for their operation. Only some of the women were able to escape. Some Americans who were assisting the escape efforts are … More Song Stress – For Afghan Women
My scars are remnants of stars who tore across the sky to open my eyes. For sleeping too much makes the night too long, and everyone needs the hope of another dawn after darkness reigns. Else we be tempted to believe pain and suffering is all there is; that struggle is how we are meant … More Golden Wounds
Creature Speak - The Language of Creaturehood 