There is a hum of electricity whenever we are close. It is warm, and familiar and makes such a pretty sound. No matter how either one of us is feeling, the voltage sings softly to our atoms and to our spirits when we touch, reminding us of home. Your stress has its own current. My … Continue reading Starseed Love Story
I am wearing your clothes today, Mother, my heart. Your earthy-tones with purple hues surround me. Your textiles embrace me with their softness as if they are striving to be your arms. I have given many of your clothes away to the worthy: to the ones who saw you for what you really were – … Continue reading Dusk with Stars and Missing the Sun
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 Happy Birthday
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 My Elemental
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 The Moth
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 The Tower (a page poem)
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 Fire-breathing (spoken word)
Friends always say, "Of course!" when they promise to keep in touch, keep the friendship alive, when a new mate is found. But I know you. Your hunger is so big, you struggle often to be anything else, and it's hard to think when you're starving. I know starving. Her name is Diana, you said. … Continue reading A Blessing for The Hunters
Life goes on, and your memory lives in hidden moments that catch me when I'm not looking and tug at the heart you helped make bigger. The brazen, ruthless grief is undeniable. But the subtle times and the little things; those are the places where my feet stumble. I am glad to stumble, though, because … Continue reading For She Who Taught Me Love
Don't barrel in with your desire, darling, if I have not agreed to your courtship. Don't presume I am your feast when I have not given myself over. There are gifts in store for the worthy, when patience reveals him. A man's heart is a wood stove, stoke the embers for a new fire. Blue … Continue reading Rites to Enter – vers libre
