We are curators of our own wisdom Archivists of this breath and the next— 20,000 per day , I heard 20,000 breaths to shift, reflect Forgive, move on Begin again. So I count my breaths Watching the condensation Crystallize Freeze in the air Remembering, just for today- We are our own stonemasons of thought We…

My every thought was on my face when I was born But then I contorted my innards And ironed out my face so that every expression went through the filter of “Will what I’m about to say get me killed?” No, I wasn’t born to a family of mafiosi But there were killing sprees Often…

We are curators of our own wisdom Archivists of this breath and the next— 20,000 per day , I heard 20,000 breaths to shift, reflect Forgive, move on Begin again. So I count my breaths Watching the condensation Crystallize Freeze in the air Remembering, just for today- We are our own stonemasons of thought We…

A POLITICAL GAME IT IS ALWAYS A POLITICAL GAME WHEN IT COMES TO ANIMALS IN PAIN PEOPLE IN PAIN WHEN IT COMES TO MONEY,GREED,WARS, ELECTIONS IT IS ALL THE SAME A POLITICAL GAME

Where is grace held? A smattering left in our eyes, a touch left in our walk, where is our dignity now- Can you see it in that person 6 feet away-can you feel that arch of breath now, billowing with each sigh, behind each mask. Or are you careless and let it hang loose as…

Rejection sits to the left Abandonment to the right Sending penertrating pain Deep into my soul My heart gets trapped Truth becomes lies Lies become truth Screaming child within My Tornado Grabs hold of Anything and everything STOP BREATHE Connect with my child What is it you need To be held made safe Stop listening…

in the morning light I saw you standing in the clouds my heart skipped a beat as I wondered who you were the eyes of a woman the heartbeat of a wild animal suddenly I awoke breathless of wonder from your soul my God is always near, watching me from the stars I was shown…

We are a good pair Me & you An old glove, A new shoe Jerry-built home on stilts In the skies-In the blues How many gradients have you seen? How many kisses will it take On this cheek and that To shower me with you? We fit like an old glove And a new shoe.…

I understand loss; The void that a life gone leaves. I understand the ebb and flow of life; As the tide washes new sand on the shore, other sand gets swept back into the sea— only gone from our physical grasp, but still a part of the bigger realm. I understand that time will change…

Sometimes an angel settles down Beside me when I pray I know it’s there because I see it out Of the corner of my eye And I feel a Slight brush of air on my cheek From the Wings I expect when it lands It seems to have got bigger and brighter recently That’s a…