Every process begins with purpose. I write poetry to capture beauty in language and imagery in hopes of healing myself and the world. Whether a poem is a euphoric expression of love, a lamentation, or a clarion call, it hastens healing by creating connection. Poetry is evidence of beauty’s persistence…
Have you lost your usefulness forever?
Will you ever again aggrandize me
in your sweet flowing adornments?
I miss you, clothes!
I miss your fashion and flair. I miss your color
and the way you ripple, swirl, and circulate
so melodically against
my skin, so soft.
You make me pretty.
Small actions have the power to change the world while healing us in the process
There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice,
but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
I walked through the maze of orange lockers, stunned. My…
I can sense the propinquity of your body
by the sound of your peculiar stepping
through manicured mazes, a rather swift gait
rustling and cracking
wind and fire
I can sense the intense closeness of your body
by the way you maneuver through the
stealth choreography of topiary gardens–
a menagerie of hearts…
The simple act of sitting
invites a chaotic mind
to an open field where it
untangles and rests
in endless space
Where it unfetters itself
from the worries
of this frenetic world
Where, as witness, it gains
enough distance to dissect
itself from leaden stories that
seek to define it, corral it
I’ve always been big on compassion. I have all the markers of a sensitive person with porous boundaries. I’m drawn to the peace theologies of Christianity and Buddhism. While I am not always successful in exhibiting compassion, it is the path to which I aspire. I pray and meditate in…