Return Gift Do you remember the gift you gave me When I was small? You had said that I would become powerful When I wield it in my hand As thoughts flow Now I realize how mighty the pen is All your life you preferred…

I ordered you a million years ago Your voice Your thoughts And your soft, gentle touch A touch unlike no other You melt me like I’m butter There must be fireworks in your fingertips I swear it must be true You make me get rather…

My longing for space has evolved rapidly I want to wrap barbed wire around my body Don’t touch don’t come closer I want a landline so I can be inaccessible Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you When I’m able When I’m…

I was walking along a Florida beach when a man approached just to talk. I’d walked many miles, all the way from Miami to somewhere north of there. I’m not sure where I was. The post 9/11 world was fuzzy back then; And, my mind…

Mask Eyes are now our focus. We can now imagine what it is like to wear a hijab or a burka. This is not the middle east, yet now we can see this aspect of the culture in a new light. Is a mask a…

The greatest gift I’ve ever received was the day that we learned our son Gabe was conceived. Such incredible wonder on the day he was born– such a sweet happiness when we brought our son home. Each day was a gift and such a deep…

She wove the strings of time Left, right, left, right She wove them tight Not a strand out of place Each fate she was able to trace With every loop She fulfilled our hopes She wove the strings of time.

Yay made it through the half marathon! I enjoyed pushing myself again as it has been awhile since I’ve really written.   Me My feet hit the ground in miniature earthquakes  My legs feeling both powerful and like jelly My arms jiggle while I carry…

the gift : i’m giving : is to myself : to stop beating : myself up : over an idea : a good idea : any idea : when exhaustion : is winning : my eyes : are squealing : the gift : i’m giving…

Fingers reach out Longing to touch Anything that is other than What they have been feeling Every day the same surfaces The same textures The same skin Same dark thoughts Same anxieties Same pillows Same sheets Same same same same Nothing changing Never changing Now…