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Wide Awake
Sleepless nights from mental fights and heartfelt plights. What do we do with so much? When too many colors are missing from the rainbow and we need that harmony to close our eyes and trust the coming morning view. Abysses keep on growing in the vacancies borne of the Great Erasing and there are holes… Continue reading
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A High Degree of Shining
I’m lit up on the inside, and there is no turning it off. You can see it in my eyes. Fires are the hottest in their center, and they don’t expire quickly when there is so much yet to burn. I can’t help but notice what a man throws away and grow towards every dead… Continue reading
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For the Privilege of Living: A Pandemic Poem
The nations in our blood rise up to fight the nations in our lungs. A war over our bones: to live or to die. Will we ever see eye to eye? Some of us deny accounts from those on the front lines. We can’t believe the invisible scenes of people dropping like flies for being… Continue reading
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The Shape of My Love
This is the shape of my love, to fall at your feet, Darling. To open like a rose in the spring sunlight, or an ever unfolding lotus in the marsh for you.For I am a beggar, starved and parched in the barren lands of indifference. Too long have I wandered in the desolation who’s only… 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.
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