Hour 4

The baby is asleep Now is her time To take a nap Take a shower Cook a meal Do the laundry Eat hot food Read a book Watch a show Call a friend Wash my hair The list goes on She can’t get up She…

He said

He’s said: I desire you Your time Your affection Love Your deepest secrets Your insecurities Passion I want to be right there With you I want to lay next to you Hold you I want to breathe you in Feel you Give you all the…

That Sad Place

Darkness Dementors Dejection Join hands in tandem   Happiness Ameliorators Affection Swim faraway ibidem   He might be here tomorrow He might not

Hour 4

an ode to my body i say a prayer to my skin every morning a ritual of water, lotion, & lavender essential oil candles lit hymns flowing around me recognition of my divinity taking inventory of the terrain the varying hues of brown eczema scars…

The Dream

The dream fades into a crimson fog of faces without hearts, smiles of lost intention. The dreamer drifts into another mirage, a wisteria tunnel folds into itself. A heart awakens to a surrender of tears, forgiveness placed on the quiet side of a locked door.

Island Dreams

Dreams of Aloha lull me to sleep, Palm fronds sway to the rhythm Of the Kona wind; The ephemeral aroma of Plumeria and tuberose Float across the shadows Of the night sky; Ocean waves whisper As a canopy of stars Light my way Back to…

down for the 3rd time [4 – #image]

sinking in a starless sky paralyzed can’t catch my breath i know i’ll die if i stay here but i can’t move for this sharp pain of memory i have certainly loved before, lost before, and missed before but this is the third time and…

No doubts

No doubts Sylvia Plath said, “The worst enemy to creativity is self–doubt.”’ I agree, I never thought about writing in another language Until I have the courage to do it. Now, I write with confidence I’m not sure with perfection But without a doubt   (Quote…