Ten Years Ago   Thinking of ten years ago makes me think of ten years from now.   I’ve been spinning around this globe for seventy five years and notice that its speed seems to be picking up.   I’m on a carousel, trying…

For heaven’s sake girl stop giving yourself away your time is precious.

It is wildfire smoke season again and with it comes an intermittent unsettling stillness not a calmness not a tranquility not a peacefulness but a disquietude that leads the living to hold their collective breath and quietly wait for that breeze of hope to soothe…

In that moment I wondered if shadow made a sound Then I turned to the mirror …Hello….

Second Chance I am unbound, at last, freedom found in tying my lifeline to another, a worthy partner in crime, laughing into the night hand in hand. We wink at one another, simpatico, wondering at the lost and broken strewn along our path, wandering the…

Concrete art doesn’t build its own realty or pick its subject or meaning, for object trouves refer to nothing but themselves,  transcending borders. Very simply put, no frame is necessary to convey meaning, or the lack thereof, for it’s left to the viewer’s imagination.

Why am I here? I guess cuz I said I’d be Once again giving my time And they Check that box and get off Scott free but my energy isnt And my times not a key To access or a story That never included me

Chalices of legend jeweled, coveted, rare pour their contents slowly into the pungent Earth Water, ageless yet eternal waits for the emboldened traveler Wine, refined by time is fickle in its wisdom Blood, precious but reluctant flows freed from splitting skin   The chalices empty,…

Write a poem from the point of view of yourself What is this life about, why I feel so wounded, so exhausted? Shadow of my old depression and the attempted suicide? Pain of an arranged marriage gone astray? Desire of kissing somebody for love? Fighting…

Up, up and away there goes all of my heartache, disappointments loss and all that they encompass… I am ready for fresh anointing, healing from all that hurt me, captured me, bounded me, sucked the life out of me… down comes hope anticipation love and…