I watched the blades of grass Dip and bend with the wind The clouds flap like drying sheets On the line – constant movement Wild flowers scent the air Woven into my hair, my fingers I lay back watching In silent reverie The birds sang sweetly today And a grasshopper Kissed my knee Before…

  here is your silence in this room laid out across the tables in soft golden tones of candlelight in the pages of closed books resting now in piles by my bare feet here is your silence wrapped like the amethyst beads around my wrist this pulse that we all share shortening the distance between…

in conversation with the sea I stood with day’s end and listened to the waves drowning in their song I heard nothing else not the soft lullaby of the pale setting sun not the coo of birds hiding in coastal flowers I heard nothing but the beating of my own heart until I was gone…

  clenched in tight fists one moment, the next pulse throbbing beat nails dig in life drips one by one landing on the edge of paperthin wings did you care at all to be by my side coming and going from my world no words trip over my finger tips I cannot comfort you absence…

On a September morning I wake up and you are gone The house is empty still, without you But it’s not in me to hold on Oh my dear, the wind is whispering your name Calling you out to the wide open roads again Across the golden fields Through the mountains To the sea Under…

I realized this morning, thanks to a friend, that April is National Poetry Month. I don’t know who decides these things, or what nation it is celebrating but when it comes to poetry, I think everyone should join in. I make no guarantees that I will be able to share a poem a day for…

  reluctance in pattern screened clouds turn while spring limps forward I lean against the wall an abandoned frame watching the sunset light splashed on the mirror another day folded and returned long shadows bend we are lost in reflection ~

I am lost in the March sun Undone by the loss of hours Dreamless shadows and thoughts untied I have lost the ear to speak to When fear pulls tightly at me Rattling the heart caged in my chest Somewhere in torn note paper and smeared black ink I look for myself In the folds…

  My heart is caught in ten feet of wind shredded in the storm flesh pieces thrown aside left rotting in the heavy light I turned a corner in my absence face to face with the dusted mirror Walked through the glass before i could remember In the flying debris I can no longer see…

I ran inside sharp edged steel through the glass pinned and broken like a butterfly in a box inside watching out truth inversions upside down lens turning around mind circus I saw the world no words but you knew I ran inside riding shockwaves tumbling and crying only one stone to press the light to…

toes dipped in the aftermath standing water on sidewalks dotted by rain nature’s sheet music played out in ripples heart scattered like broken tree branches forgotten on front lawns while sparrows scramble to find shelter I stick my fingers in the wound turn and fall somewhere the wind picks up and I am gone ~…

I cannot look down the lines your words written and denied empty spaces You leave Every time silence louder than the scream pull the match fire Struck against the paper Grit and flint the moment bursts I cannot breathe Turned inside out Staring at the darkening sky and still you have the nerve to say…