I am a lover not a fighter I am one who cannot boast of fame I am a poet and a writer I am one who the world tried to tame   I am not to be taken lightly Nor am I one to be…

The man has come! How I did not see! How I missed the feeling? Which has been there for a long time He was always there And I never knew! How I am waiting to fall in love! Yes, To fall in love with you…..

I am alive I woke up this morning I am happy For nothing can stand in my way I am loved Because I love so many I am alone But I am never lonely I am finished with my first poem With 17 minutes left…

At the end of every news cycle, I sweep my mind of the day’s detritus – children in cages, election machines calibrated to confirm our escalating doom, icebergs melting one broken treaty at a time – for a chance to scream out all my responses…

  In the wash of surrounding beauty I am but a frivolous stroke of the brush in the absent minded flick of the hand that holds it or am I? For in the wake of who you were is the truth of who I am…

Of course I am smiling.  I define me. I am a prude that wears the red lipstick that people once considered rude if not on the lips of women with low discretion. We smile together now. Because we know it means freedom…and power. I am…

I am… …all I am… …nothing and all … … at the same time. I am sadness trapped within myself lost in a space of time Caught in an endless loop that can’t be measured,  unstoppable destruction. restless madness. I carry lost moments  and regrets. …

Daughter, Sister, Woman I am all of these things with out choice, designations from life   Teacher, Mentor, Leader I am all of these things because of need, others views of me   Poet, Artist, Creator I am all of these things by drive, instincts…

The one who tries to be perfect… I am.   The one who sings off key… I am.   The one who laughs too loud… I am.   The one who feels too much… I am.   The one who loves too hard… I am….

The streets are chilly I can tell from the steam coming from Lake Ohrid Still, as I get out of bed, I can pictures its teal depths and its silvery rocks underneath, I decide to wear shorts and walk to lake’s edge with breakfast apple…