Vibrant, sun-born tool-weilder, muscle and oil and hair in full, Stride stepper, woundless love maker, Light and vine climbing out of shadow, Heaven Seeker, reaches, sky chasing beast of the earth, granted wings of selfwilled evolution. Love-drunk day thinker, boring holes inside your wounds, fleshing…

What is Love Shelter from any storm Courage to forever be true Strength against all odds Will to always protect you Pain when I am not injured Sadness on my best day Joy when nothing goes right Worry when all goes my way Listening to…

Acrophobia Fear of heights be damned, the Earth is flat, that’s easy enough to prove If only I could walk up to the edge, but I can’t bring myself to move I don’t need to take a photo just to make you see The edge…

Sterile white walls hide the maniacal sorrow, Frame the wide windows facing nearby rooftops, Through these endless wells of pouring desire, she laughs and cries, looking at the same fields disappearing in the distance. On mornings after the rain, shallow pools adorn the roof, where…

Words in the Bayou Watching you discard the raw beet left from dinner I pull my jacket tighter closed against the bonfire smoke To dispel my tremor from this October evening Do you recall our last night upon the bayou? Walking hand in elbow in…

There is a dull distaste for the world that begins with myself. The anger with inefficiency begins with my own lack of discipline. How sorely I tread through the day ahead, wounded and ready to attack. Behind all the sharp words I save in my…

Shadows trickle in the forest, tiny hurricanes of light and darkness, Solar systems beneath branches, flickering throughout the rustling underbrush. A soft tendril slowly uncoils upwards, chasing the fleeting warmth escaping it, taunting it to reach higher. How sad is the fate of such fragile…

Campfire Haiku Wood smoke fills the air hot face, cold back, boots melting sizzle, crackle, pop Warmth seeping into bones chilled by desert air under starlight Silence here at first full with life once you are still vibrant if you look (Prompt: Photo of a…

Butterfly Glasses All that might be Hearing winds swaying leaves With care, I emerge Full of wonder Feeling warm golden sun All that might be Full of hope Expanding outward, I stretch Fragile wings slowly unfurl Full of joy All that might be Inhaling peat…

Some days feel like too much. Some days not enough. Some days are easy breezy. Some days seem extra tough. Some days we dance on waking. Some days feel like too much. Sometimes the only difference. Is the feel of love-warmed touch. Some days we…