I look up from the umpteenth draft of this poem to watch You prepare the shelves you are building for our books. How deftly you saw through the knots and sinew. A swatch Of worn out sandpaper and drill bits lie next to hooks You’ll use as anchors on our crooked wall While above you…

Spiraling Spurning Forth wisdom As all the shadows Fled before Her Still remaining great Her movements are Gracious She is not Put to shame in Her hope She is held Up Overwrought with Emotion Reflecting an Attitude The child grew And became strong In spirit She needs room To run In her strong City As…

To see your Light. Not simply against the stars, or the velveteen darkness of the night, but on the foggy days, when our Sight is dimmed by rain. To carry you, not on my back, or in my arms, but in the secret recesses of my Heart, where there lies constant fire, to burn us…

I’m in bed Not crying Palm trees guard the lake and the solitary heron Is King There are moments once in a while when you know that life has changed That it will continue to do so I hope to take flight alone and with my tribe. I must keep calm and carry on Or…

Even this autumn seems to be our last so bombastic so gorgeous every day I exclaim –it is so fing beautiful ,so good so amazing–the wind she talks now crisp and clear bringing all the shawomyn to the table, husking corn, bringing gossip, yelling recipes –she says she is a death doula …wow never have…

Since it is Written Painted On her heart Into her Canvas Her melancholy Somewhat charming Sunny and more Bearable today Duty calls Preparing Those minds For actions Whoever loves Filled with Glory Trusting in a Legacy Salvation in a Renewal Born again To a living Hope Grace and Peace Is ours In abundance Born of…

I am invisible among the flaming trees; the dimming fireflies; the smoking chimneys. The dancing Amazons; and their blazing sisters: witchy brooms parked; hips akimbo. While down on the beaches, entwined with the fog, the Hungry Ghosts are waiting, hoping for Love to set them free.

Tonight  here on the mountain . a chill in the air, it’s refreshing  in many ways.  The evening darkness, is setting sooner.   The mind and the body feels the shift. A time to hunker down and grow. a  bowl of soup,  opening my heart to spring.  Waiting, wanting For more to walk in.  Just that simple…

Shall we submit to the wounds of others? Will we be corralled? Into trusting their charm That is the hook after all, But all that glitters is not gold Remember, Our world is a mirror A reflection of our inner landscape What is done to me Is in me to do to you or me…

Finding my way through The maze of parenting At times stuck in a corner Accompanied more by my inner child or teenager Than standing strong and firm as my adult self With the wise answers and ways Explosions of frustration Of not knowing what step to take next Explosions of frustration Of knowing I want…