I wonder, always wonder when will I grace your presence, O’ lush New Zealand. The Maori are your people, filled with dances like the haka and poi.  May I join you soon, I’ve been longing for far too long.

If I become a shadow, a dark form of my self: I won’t be, I won’t have the privilege to use my body. No commitment to the soul, no, no more.

It came to me like a thief in the night out of the blue one weekend I fell for its lure. I prayed to God to help me decipher if it was true. After the encounter, I would not ever be the same.  The name…

Every evening, the elderly lady next door sits on her front lanai and exclaims to me, “I am having my weekly glass of evening  wine.” I make a slightly exaggerated facial expression and remind her that, “One a week is actually good for you!”  …

Robin Wall Kimmerer must have been talking with a fisherman when he uttered, “The land knows you, even when you are lost.” You see, fishermen are like salmon swimming up a cool stream. They stand against rushing waters while a slight breeze blows. Casting. Casting….

His other woman offers circuses; I am his bread. She will never nourish or sustain as I do. Though she lures him with her games, his hunger will bring him back. Our children fall prey to her charms as well, her empty promises of entertainment…

on this morning walk holding hands shows all the years we’ve forgiven time

Doing things I can’t do Doing things I don’t want to do Overcoming my fear Just to do things with you Going the miles extending patience Face people overcoming shyness Dancing the steps and other odd things I never did in my existence Waiting no…

I’m not here to hurt you I can see you’re scared I wish you knew that I am too But our paths have to cross here The skin you shed I will not step on It was difficult for me too.

Firefly, oh sweet, dear Firefly, why you must use a mask to hide yourself? Do you not see how beautiful you’ve always been to me? A flying gem, is what you are to me, a tiny phoenix, rising above, cinders from an abandoned cottage. I…