fiona goodwin

A singular framing – A singular dot Held in space- Pixelled perfection, Why do some of us float? And others drown In the opulent Splendor,…

A new version of me From the convent. (I was repressing my wants) A dialogue with Noddy. I open my heart to you, as I…

Fishing guide for Central Texas Dreams in the streams Unreserved surrender Stalking fish Waterway angler Rainbows bite A feeding frenzy Switch up the Fly Patience…

Walked in to the woods Took a path I have not taken before ”Expect the unexpected” Someone has told me And I did A new…

Its late In life To find thankfulness Gratefulness A smile That adorns my face For at night now I can lay me down Without the…

At some point in our lives we realize yes we are all made up of precious gems in the rough, a very raw place. Created…

Resting while floating, unloading. Smooth methodically stroking. Water caressing, surface, recoding. Flowing focus, gentle holding, remolding. Breathing, bobbing buoyancy Rotating side-to-side flamboyantly. Inhaling receiving rhythmic…

Am I worthy of a new version of me? Or am I the dead sea that has nowhere to go And sits under the glaring…

This hungry girl Hearing new songs One like Enlightenment Compassion and Stubborn love Fits like a glove A new attitude to breathe Into This new…

I yi yi..that’s my brain fogged in. I just can’t. I just can’t, I just can’t find the topic or find the words. A flat…

Except last year , At the start of this thing (this LIVE) I saw a retrofitted San Francisco trolley with Californian license plates in front…

The sea she has always Been a comfort to me. I’ve dreamed of her, sailed along side of her, on the Cali coast and in…

A multi faceted crystal ball floats in the air. in the living room window. Exploding as sun’s rays penetrates clear transparent prisms. Rainbow color’s everywhere,…

I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to Be someone I wasn’t. I meant to be me. I plan to be me every day But…

Kalamazoo Poetry festival April I like her inflections- Her voice Sounds like waves and beaches, & campfires, Her rasp clings to her surfer girl past–…

Growing up on Honey Creek That’s where I learned about freedom That’s where I learned about fun We made forts in the cane break Swing…

The aroma from a red apple crisp candle lit with a translucent, amber fire stick. Finds a smooth thumb surface to flick upon it’s jagged…

Son of man A greater Sunshine Flying me to another Lesson Drawing happiness Another star is in me Searching Dropped into An opened river So…

I had an idea of myself As Dartanian The fourth of the three Musketeers Wielding a sword Rescuing maidens Defeating injustice and untruthfulness I never…

“She Was Almost In Love… She Almost Stopped Her… She Almost Waited… She Almost Lived… They Almost Made It…”