I am flying to you tonight. Like an American Airlines pilot enroute, on the eagle you ride to God. I am flying to you tonight. Even as you read these lines, even as you breathe your next deep sigh, I am flying. Higher than those roaring clouds, racing the angels, I am flying to you,…

Body remembers…. Bouncing… bumping… blasting hits. From outside…. inside… blowing…. us to bits. That spinning cycle. Growing old…. Growing young…. The wind is barreling… in the fluent current tongue. Like words flowing from a free mind meandering…. How,.. we are one of a kind. Our nature predetermined. Not destine to rhyme. Seeking we do not…

I don’t do vision boards I used to I put a dark skinned curly haired boy on one And years later I was holding him in my arms. They work for sure! But yesterday when I saw the Mercedes-Benz 190 SL And the shiny chrome grabbed my heart I knew it would not be glued…

As soon as the Front door Closed She got right In her own eyes Heat of passion Appraising Tired of feeling Sad Seeking good Joy and gladness Cries from her Soul Her sense of need Enters in the vail Her mouth is hanging In the doorway She holds the doorframe Taking a step inside She…

I am the light and the dark Struggling in this spiritual fight. Emotions take over , my mind races over and over. Thoughts create reality. What reality am I trying to create? I put love out into the world and like a boomerang I wait for it to come back too me. Wondering out into…

Leaping, lunging, lurking into strings of recollection. Colorful, rainbow spheres. Floating and dancing on walls. Garlands of dialogue, cut through, dangling daydreams. Words, thoughts, stories manifest in midair. She writes, as if to open, doors of imagination. Questioning, deep penetrating, mysteries. That seem, to travel, into spacious infinity. No subject, was out of reach or…

I didn’t cry When my mother died I remember how we Swam in the rain At the beach Using umbrellas in the sand To keep our clothes dry We laughed and laughed In the water But I didn’t cry When she died My mother had eight children I cared for her At her end She…

How am I now surrounded by beauty? I know I ask that question often, I think I gave myself permission To love myself fiercely, I disentangled the fear of narcissism With the desire to be joyfully alive. And the journey never end, I don’t want it to

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…