In the darkness of the Underworld, a faded hush fills the lungs of every soul. Moonbeams light the way for a little goddess to tiptoe alongside purple Water Lilies and peachy pink Lotuses. Persephone wrists and the curve of her neck share the same pale…

CHARLOTTE’S WEB   From the tips of her extremities She spun her web of lies Delicately interwoven With many lows and highs.   She lured them in so easily With her stunning looks and charm The lonely, sad and gullible Unprepared to face her harm….

When the storm rolls in, don’t forget to breathe. Look straight up, dark clouds above you, and blink in the drops. It’s okay to open your mouth. When you are tired, rest. When you are hungry, eat. When you are cold, you may go inside….

Ferns rise from ashes of a different time Hard lessons here for those who saw Oaks bear witness to those who suffered Solace in the afterlife their due Autumn leaves wept

As luck would have it. The atlas of us. Our souls at night. One of us is lying. Look into my eyes. A thousand pieces of you. You are not so smart. Those who leave & those who stay. Everything you need. When you reach…

The lone moonbeam finds its way Through the high fog,  Masking the tops of the firs Lining the shoreline past the dock. We wade together, not silent, but with hushed tones. I with my coffee and you, your canteen. Water lapping the concrete  Invading my…

When I am happiest, I speak of forgiveness. I speak of books and worksheets and practices to get you there. I speak of letting go and of laughing (at yourself, mostly). When I am happiest, I remember being asked “What do you want most?” I…

The chill Fir tree shakes outside Giving a damn to the chill As a hollow chime reverberates from the dock Moonbeam gleams haughtily On the coffee table beside the shelf And the night fog rushes through With a hush Damping the concrete canteen wall  …

Even fog knows to hush and still until coffee.   It waits yet, ‘til I’ve had my full canteen fix.   Moonbeams stretch to touch my cup-fall, caffeine flood.   Fir above moon-glow, dockside lake, bean-brew love

I have been ruminating On the idea of personal pantheons The people that we relied on Who helped us When we didn’t have anything Who advised us When we entirely fucked up Who loved us When we were at our worst My first was an…