for those who read them

i read your words singed by the gallant licks of flame the most egregious of assertions a righteous proclamation in light all but vested by the Mother’s hand quenched only by the driving rain I know the process….a confluence forms in the empty stillness and calls to me, begging for expressionIt forms words in my…

Of Mind and Muse

All that once was is againSince the thunder and the windWent forth among other menComing with their ships at last Safe for their long camp in oneKept their place at dawn and ease.Morn and crimson than the sunSing the sweet tune of the trees Bringing the leaves to my fall;In the upward air I pass,Though…

for Them

stop telling people you need credentials to writewhen all you need is a penstop drawing pictures of the differencebetween us and poets none of it is truenot even when they told youand you believed them if your heart tells you to writefor fucks-sake ….WRITEand put it out there for all the world to seesuffer the…

Heart’s Flame

My Heart’s Flame …rekindled stirs a vailed Magica purifying Flamethat joins Stone and Water and Wind to burn clean my soulevokes the flow of Infinitythat pours forth from other worldsFear itself bows before itas a perpetually unfolding universe collapses in this moment while these words bloom in your mind

morning Prayer

In the quiet darkness of dawn as the birds wake slowly to join me and the morning star heralds the birth of a new day …there You are I breathe you to the root of me where my ancestors reside They know you Our Autumnal embrace Whispers of what we once were what we might…

the Word

It’s here in the quiet of this empty roomShe whispers through the window to greet mewith the gift of strength and foresightIn the waxing light of dayThe brush of her cheek to mine and I remember LoveThe cool September morning that heralds FallAnd with it, reflection, the looks withinLord I am not worthy to receive…

Letter to MAPS

I’ve worked with people with disabilities in some capacity my whole adult life. Through this work I’ve developed an empathy for all people and an awareness that we all experience life uniquely, through whatever physical modalities available to us. It’s from this center I started to relate to others. But what surprised me was that…

light the Way

A beckoning from the mountain that echoes through the hollowSails deep into the depths of me and stirs voices long since silencedWakening daemons bedded in fear and shakes moths from their eyesOn bended knee in reverence of the flow that sets fire to my soulIt’s in these moments I live and radiate the wonder of…

The Mirror

I sit and reflect. It’s the crest and trough, the ebb and flow and the between that’s life. We stumble over heredity and ingrained reaction, as our essence struggles for expression. How did we stray so far? In what quiet hours in the morning do we glimpse God. And by what Grace can we keep…