My lips moistened your soul, my words stunned your thoughts, you stopped loving me when I showed you that you were no longer the sun of my days and the moon of my nights. You stopped loving me when you stopped being my horizon, You…

sighs and closed eyelids, taste of saltine crackers between cracked lips.   hold my rib cage together so my heart can’t escape my chest.   pavement scratches my knees, batters them, but it’s just a misdemeanor.   slapped on the wrists while walking on Mass…

People say happiness is a choice and if you choose to be happy you’ll be happy. There are days when I choose happiness but I still feel sad. So, I have to disagree with happiness being a choice. On the other hand, life is a…

(who did it?) Who Stole My Heart?? AGAIN! little soft feet pitter~n~patter <multiplying> as they race towards me opening up nummy treats ~pppfffft~ my love stolen then given back heavy with joy as I watch them eat by my wiggly bare feet

Ms Henry, my very first teacher. Kindergarten is like a blur. All I remember is her. She loved me like a mother loves her first born child. There’s no collection of memories at recess or lunch, I don’t know what I learned. I can tell…

You want to know where I am I am where I said I would be. I am right here. Writing. Quiet.

they say to make it sacred that a habit you feel connected to will hold more meaning that way I’ve tried whispering prayer into morning coffee expressing gratitude between each vitamin I take meditating on my morning walks but nothing feels like church outside of…

Hour 17   Sometimes I wonder if tattoos can be love notes Notes for myself to see and smile at Each pass of ink a new I love you And if they are love notes Can anyone read them Or just me Am I the…

LONG GONE Long gone are the days Us holding a heartfelt thank Long gone are the moments Innocent touch hugging our bodies Long gone are the minutes Our breaths blended in an instant Long gone are the adventures Excitement changed into shame Long gone are…

Never fond of uniformity and routine — Even the rites I keep Are not routine — My only rituals are sacred ones:   The weekly journey to sanctuary Never the same way Never the same mode Never the same purpose Except keeping the faith And…