In the hollow of a rock, unboned of silver long ago, is a shrine to a terra-cotta skinned girl Guadeloupe, she of the Rocky summit; leave a candle flickering and a flower descend as hummingbirds lodge in crooks of Juniper, cold-blooded things, slow as unwound…

Floating off on the sea, pulled out by the tide. Starting a new adventure with the stars as my guide. The only sound is the water flowing past the hull. There is no need for light for the moon is bright and full. I am…

Butterscotch Sunbeam VCS In the afternoon When things get still and slow I watch a little sunbeam That escaped into my room All is quiet and dim Except for the roar of that Little drip of sun And the scent of butterscotch Running off it’s…

lapis lazuli is the color of my spiritual doorway tourmaline, the color of our marriage stones. our house, guacamole, sporting both the yellow and green of an avocado. honey, the highlight color — stained doors, deck and yellow cedar shake. berry is the color of…

Our New Book Begins with the Sacred Seven… Trust, Respect, and Loyalty Spirituality Family Inspiration Love Dreams and Goals Giving Back Unconditionally These seven agreements I hold near and dear to my heart. As we promise to uphold our core with these sacred seven, I pray…

You came as a beam of light And all my darkness disappeared You became my peace And all my chaos settled You held my hand And I began to fly You closed my eyes And made me see my dreams You smiled And I wanted…

When I was a child, my mother insisted I Accompany her to church every time she attended. At first, I did not mind for there were kids like me, With their parents, and we had fun playing. As I got older, I began to question…

In the darkness of night the band came to town Dancing and jigging until the dawn The fiddlers were playing till they were almost on fire The dancers feet were surging, nary a yawn. They bounded around the room with intense energy The people surrounded…

the teacher asks a direct question— her face the sun-bleached clam shell inspected by a gull— low tide sleepless— the nightlight is burned out listening to Billie Holiday again— candle drips he tells us about his auctioned house— rubbing my eyes

Red for the blood White for pure Blue for integrity Color My World Yellow sun The pink rose The orange sunset The day will close Green for money and wealth Brown for laboring at the belt Color My World with history Color My World with…