unchained from expectations free to be me I welcome in The one who will raise my heart to a new level of love from the crushed and pulverized dreams a matrix for promise I will build and decorate it with gems of memories made gifts…

“Shhht”   “Hey! Shhht!”   What’s a way to get your crush’s attention? Walk up all sly, slip on a smile then drop a pickup line: “Am I in heaven? because I see an angel in front of me?”   Or do you blow a…

Breathing flowers Tasting rain Drowning children Pumping hearts   Crying out for freedom Tasting flowers Making friends Higging children   Calling nature Giving her CPR Tasting flowers Pregnant pause   Rushing home Catching waves Growing sunshine Tasting dlowers

Roses are red, one petal two petals, three petals, four petals don’t wither, my love is a forever Violets are blue, don’t fade, I’ll be bold to call you love, in cold or hot In good or trying time, let the world choose to be…

One mistake Just one, small mistake, Inconsequential in the grand scheme Of life and the universe. And yet it is enough To awaken The Spiral. The Spiral of thoughts That begin with “You messed up” And ends with “You’re too flawed To be truly loved.”…

who knew that weeding the garden could spark a neighbor to do the same my actions for the benefit of the herbs hers for the summer melons   to empower a community of strangers who knew that weeding the garden could jump-start a nascent movement…

I have been haunted by things/ I did not do/ but should have/ I was plagued by/chamomile/ the very thing/ I was promised/ could heal me/ and I have been tortured by potential.// The pastel ghosts/ came from me/ trying to give a face/ to…

“Push me, Daddy!” “Higher.” “Higher!” The giggles are loud and infectious as my toes touch the sky. The colors swirl around me, becoming one as I fly through them. Knowing he is behind me, I live in the moment, enjoying the thrill. “Push me, Daddy!”…

Whispers of courage fill each drop of rain until they become a force to sustain life and fill each with whispers of courage breath of heaven and strength to forage a  future replete with newness of life whispers of courage confidence in strife the strife…

Nothing needs reexamining as much as a routine for its continued use with impunity. What habit wasn’t coddled within an instant of its perceived convenience? I habitually tell myself a million untrue things as easily as taking in air just to corroborate what I haven’t…