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.

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!