Parts of life, all life offer points of transition Butterflies show us this most clearly Seemingly soft, but strong and resilient So much comes from the struggle -to change -to move through -what was; to -what can be They are unmade and remade Adding strength…

Almost Home Familiar scents and foods could make this seem like home. potatoes and beets in a bucket on the floor. the basket of foraged wild mushrooms near my feet. cinnamon rolls baking in the oven. the heavy canvas oiled jacket thrown across the chair…

It was a cold morning on the bayou. I looked outside and noticed the light bulb by the carport had broken. I grabbed a jacket, while taking a sip of my cinnamon beet juice and headed outside to replace the light. A tremor came over…

Beautiful winged creatures Under clouds they fly. Teachers of Beauty… Teachers of Change that… Each and every moment can be re-arranged! Reminding us the importance of endurance- For the moment and long-term. Lifting our hearts as they take flight- Inspiring us to love one another…

The tremor filled the bucket with a layer of fear My elbow and  cinnamon  flew through the air The elk grazed in the carport on hand me down beet It was a lighyblub moment And l started to run Down to the bayou In one…

perhaps forgiveness a beet red jacket, the easy tremor of leaves in the background, some exotic variety of bamboo grown to make a seasonal screen to hide the carport from the house and suddenly two giant swallowtail butterflies on my sleeve just above the elbow,…

Early morning loading up buckets in the carport moths bang against the lightbulb above I cling to the sleeve of his jacket the tremor from the engine makes me shake as we slip out onto the bayou Staying at his elbow the mist makes this…

11am. Poem 9.  (Use these words in a poem… beet, jacket, tremor, bayou, elbow, light bulb, cinnomen, bucket, elk, carport) On Taking Mom to the ER Bracing your elbow in the palm of my hand we slip your favorite red jacket over your shoulders. The…

i love how beet stains a dark pink/purple hue the color i would imagine blood to be if i didn’t know it was blue underneath this jacket of skin  until a tremor of oxygen turns it a dark rust red the body a bayou  an…

Butterfly curses Can’t believe you deliberately chose beets That jacket doesn’t suit you, denim never does Why does my lip tremor when you speak Eyes that suck me in like mangrove mud Elbow made of electricity every time it brushes  Smile like a lightbulb going…