Pregnant Pause   I awoke in an unfamiliar vehicle, with my husband at the wheel As we drove, my life-filled belly swelled to greater and greater proportions, each change in size bringing with it a different person in the driver’s seat The further we drove,…

Quieting my mind I tune in Connecting with my deepest Self I listen with an open heart No judgement, only Love Listening for guidance Trusting what I hear Knowing that I am always connected To my divine Source And so Wisdom flows to me with…

Look how the barnacles made a skin for the corpse of that ship and you will see real power. Open yourself wide to the government of nature. You cannot rule over the sea or even over the arches of the strangled monastery, who lost religion, not…

Anxious to see you Nervous about the day Goosebumps head to toe as I think ahead Suffering as time all but stands still Tremble because you are in trouble. The good kind

My first hitchhiking trip was from Toronto to Cambridge. 10 rides. 18 hours. With my long hair, beard and back pack I blended in easily with the other hitchhikers. The drivers were mostly lonely salesman, who needed an audience. My role was to listen, almost…

My Monkey I once moped my way through black-clad days, trudging, head down, hair in my face, contemplating why I hated me in flowery, overblown prose. The angst monster rode my back, teen version of a drug monkey. Feeling downtrodden was my drug of choice.

I remember the nights you use to love me without distraction The days you were relentless with your passion for us I remember the fairytale you planned out And I remember the day you tore it apart I blamed myself For the destruction of the…

The photograph – it’s crooked They’re sitting on a balcony at dusk, it’s a café in Krakow the layered dessert in the center of the table with sharp-sided precision of geometry. But their faces are soft, enjoying the adventure of new love on cobbled side…

Cans of frosting I love to eat, Just whenever I have a seat. My favorite kind is milk chocolate It just can’t be beat. I eat it when I need something sweet or sometimes when I’m bored, It lasts a while and keeps me full…

Found poetry: from Herman Melville’s Moby Dick A damp, drizzly Noveember there, in streets washed by waves do you see? Thousands of mortal men striving in lathe and plaster.   how little thought driving me stepping then with a flourish, the ship now belted by coral…