I am gone lost in the moment sunlight piercing the blinds at eye level bathed in warmth as winter leaves I am gone morning opens the sky wing unfolded towards the blue a trial left behind where will I go? wherever the wind takes me I am gone dissolved with ice melted into the…

  I I fell into the silence walking through long shadows between the trees turned against the light I didn’t ask the sun in passing if he knew me did he recognize the curve of my body the scent of my hair somehow it no longer mattered if it ever did I fell into shadows…

deep night. fingers searching. one key at a time. what would you say when the light is cancelled due to high winds? good friends, nothing. a slide guitar in the darkness and then silence. you. willing to start and use my name. just to get what you need and then nothing. not even a thank…

    the silent street woke me falling snow filling the space between streetlamps and tree branches I stared through the window from the pillow unable to find sleep standing on the tile at 3 am doing dishes seemed the best option life weighs more in deep night pushing down on the edges of who…

      you offer only silence in this waking memory words would drip off my fingertips in bloody rivulets from an open wound but no more like winged skeletons words strike the mirror pressed and willing in the bare light not even the mirror cracks can cut through the callus hold my hand through…

    In the space that time allows forgiveness In the cracks that leaving makes mending In the song that morning brings hope ~ Oct 2015

  lean against the light, eyes closed, not to block but to listen. I walked around the broken sticks and torn clothing; tiptoed through broken glass and shredded dreams. breathing hurt. At least until the sun burst through and flooded the room. what if it is all just weather? the storms, the heavy clouds, the…

  a thread to pull taunt against the shoulder pinched between fingernails please let go a little voice whispers turn around and let this happen a pull the knot tighter roll on the finger tip thread on thread until the knot becomes loops falling away to a breath before nothing a thread to pull squeeze…

  I write in long folds of night Words that you will not read Etched into shadowlines of early morning Touched only by flickering tongues of candle light What couldn’t wait Until after sleep’s stolen hours? What could not wait… ~ August 2015

  I am in the process of going through an old portfolio and I found a poem I wrote five years ago…. I was going to delete it, but decided to tuck it away here. Maybe one day I will be brave and bring both the music and lyrics together, just not today.    …

  Today, I lost the light following last rays through branches and leaves in the evening now deep night and I sit listening to crickets sing in small roaring voices to the darkness trees mostly silent in their watching I can no longer see in the room or through the window even by lamplight or…

I let the words die on my finger tips for days, weeks, months, years; failed attempts to staunch the bleeding, to curb the sentences and story lines that ripped through my skin in the small hours of early morning wounds opened, reopened until I no longer recognized the person staring back at me from the…