The sharp stinging pain of lessons that can only come the hard way. I’ve read it said a thousand times in books and song...

There’s something in the breeze that heralds the end of March and with it a sweetness you’ve all but forgotten ...the promise of rebirth...

Once bound by a desire to prove my masculinity, I cowered in fear of their judgment. Chained within the ideals of those that came...

wanna hear the musings of a scattered mindwell sit back …relax …and enjoy the rideI get these things that come to me in passing...

I remember a time in my life when I was living a blue collar existence and there were mornings when I had to put...

i read your wordssigned by the gallant licks of flamethe most egregious of assertionsa righteous proclamation in lightall but vested by the Mother’s handquenched...

All that once was is againSince the thunder and the windWent forth among other menComing with their ships at last Safe for their long...

leave Me where the dirt road endsand Life beginswhere the bustling gives way to Serenityand You melt back into Herwhere the trees lean in...

stop telling people you need credentials to writewhen all you need is a penstop drawing pictures of the differencebetween us and poets none of...

My Heart’s Flame …rekindledstirs a vailed Magica purifying Flamethat joins Stone and Water and Windto burn clean my soulevokes the flow of Infinitythat pours...

In the quiet darkness of dawnas the birds wake slowly to join meand the morning star heralds the birth of a new day…there You...

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...

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...

A beckoning from the mountain that echoes through the hollowSails deep into the depths of me and stirs voices long since silencedWakening daemons bedded...

I sit and reflect. It’s the crest and trough, the ebb and flow and the betweens that’s life. We stumble over heredity and ingrained...

the flood waters recede and the banks of the river reveal their treasures while the gentle flow’s babbling soothes my once rapacious mind. i...