Grief stands at your door Courage opens it and love walks through seeking a last or long embrace the reassurance of a known voice the...

The flower doesn't show up all on its own, it depends on bees to pollinate what has been sown A wave cannot create its music without wind...

Because I wrote effortlessly today doesn't mean I will tomorrow for it is the will of my soul to put pen to paper not force perfect...

When you have no words or poetic prose and the silence deafens and your world becomes small and yesteryears disconnect and you find you,...

The Somewhere —it's when you find yourself neither here or there traveling to, leaving behind, the before, or the after. The Somewhere...

I draw a breath and plunge right in to the wilds of the day for what else have I but these moments of my very own today, and the courage...

When a winter white falls from the sky for just a moment, time stops a certain warmth embraces a silence wisps through cracks and life...

The tree had fallen in the forest, across the path I was on I lifted my feet and drew my strength in future me I moved the fallen, just...

Grief found me in the hall with heavy heart about to fall around the bend the horn did blow the melodic tune interrupts my flow I can't...

Taken by the bee, honey drips into one's tea as sweet lips share words with strangers in need.

Shared humanity tethered in dark spaces as light clings to cracks and love fades — ever so fast religions echo hollow tenets in the...

The streets fill with windows tight no warmth in sight, yet a lone cat darting windswept paths and the clock ticks, and the bells ding...

Does the gull dream as it flies above the trees, across blue waters or golden fields? Or does it simply crack clams on rocks below,...

There was a distant moon a celestial call, and a million stars. Thatched huts creating silhouettes out of darkness, mortars and pestles,...

Gather from the small, —the small things missed in the know-it-all. For it's in the small, where life's magic —lifts you tall.

I thought I heard the wood thrush calling from the trees, as the dawn rose slowly pulling sleep so I could see. The red beauty has not...

I am that. All of that. Sorrow and beauty. Sadness and joy. Both wise and empty. For I live in the paradox of an earthly world. Seen and...

a fresh breeze appeared at dawn to wake the slumber from my walls planting seedlings for another round here as always, to astound like...

There once was a man who traveled across the world —along overgrown paths, shiny highways, windy, humid landscapes, sandy deserts,...

The drops ping outside my door There is no sun, but I rise to soar The flowers know and reach out more Five in a row, the gulls align...

Change lands at our door and the sun rises to a different dawn not like one we knew before a longing lingers as our face turns toward new...

Why do we gather around well set tables laced with bounty with friends or family or unknown faces on cold sidewalks where no one cares in...

I lay by night and wonder how the moon became such a sight why it sits sometimes bright sometimes full, sometimes sliced sometimes...

I can hear the sweep of tires racing down the lonely way as darkness peers through my window panes the hum of a wanting story floats...