Four reasons to call on your ancestors.

Mid-morning, and I could not seeThe daytime moonWhite, wispy cloudsWere shrouding my view I must be going out of my mind.I stood there thinking, ‘I’m going blind’And I waited for Mother Nature to be kind She rewarded my perseveranceWith a cursory appearanceOf the Waning Crescent Moon-The soupy sky’s tainted spoon

A poem about dealing with creative burnout

Will you open the door of empathy?

I embrace my inner eclipse and become whole.

You draw my will out Through my skin. It sits, Dewy opals, On the curves of my neck Until you scoop it away With barely open lips.

Sometimes we forget to lookfor everyday beauty. The first sip of coffee in the morning.The smell of freshly baked bread. Some things we take for grantedlike the first bloom in springor the joy of a home cooked mealthe love from a pet. If we could take a momentand focuswe might be able to understandthese everyday ...

Someday, all my puzzle pieces will fall into place. Until then, here's a poem!

Time to rouse the earth and get ready for Spring!

It's 2024. Are we really going to keep quiet?