In a dark, dark corner of a dark, dark lair  behind a dark, dark door down some dark, dark stairs  sits a pale and handsome woman with some dark, dark hair…   ‘Good evening,’ she purrs as you pull up a chair  ‘Can I be of help in my humble abode? Are you scared? Are ...

I walk through a room that leads to another. The loop continues room by room until I am lost. The rooms stretch endlessly, each one different from the last, or maybe identical to the one before it. Some are empty; others are filled with spiraling staircases- Optical illusions that strain my eyes and leave me ...

I choose to believe  that there is more to life than heartache and grief. I have endured much hardship. Still, I wake to watch the sun rise above the mountain peak. I feel the salt of the ocean waves, catch the scent of something sweet, then let the soft flavors melt on my tongue. I ...

O, downtrodden soul, weep no more. You have a curious mind, a need to touch and see to believe what is right in front of you. But they spit on your face and kick you to the ground. You wonder what it is that you did wrong, as everyone you know looks at you with ...

I want so much to not want you, Yet with every breath, you flood my mind anew I try to shake these thoughts away, But in that effort, I only find I miss you more each day Fingers locked, I drift softly in your touch, Yet I hold back, afraid to fall too much Your ...

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.