Monday, January 26, 2015

today I am dwelling in shadows
all of the darkness springing to life at the behest of glaring daylight
the disappointments and deficiencies rising like smoke through a beam of truth of reckoning
do not turn away
face them
embrace them
and beg for forgiveness

Saturday, November 8, 2014


What compels us to label and define the infinite indefinability of our own vastness? I am an artist. I am a poet. I am a healer. I am a professional. I am a woman. I am a child. I am crazy no I am sane. I am strong, no really please believe me. I've made a sticker to put on my car, my chest, my face. It must be true, it's right there for you to read in bold print. But I don't believe everything I read. It's an annoying habit I picked up when I found my brain on the side of the road looking for a ride to the innermost truth of existence. They tell you how to be pretty, how to be happy, how to be successful. They'll sell you any label you think will shortcut you there. I am this and you are not so I am better. But they can't tell you how it feels when you know you've got it right, or wrong for that matter. And what does it really matter? It's just ink smudges on paper slapped across your mouth to shut you up for fear truth might spill out. And truth scares the fuck out of all of us doesn't it? The truth that there is no right way, there is no there to get to. There are only wounds and scars from failing and breaking open again to let the light disperse the shadows that haunt us in the dark of the night. Me, I'm not this thing or that thing. I'm just an animated bag of flesh and bone marveling at the stars and the magic of that mouth that spills the truth.

Friday, October 31, 2014

hunger games

hunter becomes prey
you have awakened the beast
now you must feed her

Saturday, May 24, 2014


Looking up at the stars on this clear, crisp night I am bursting at the perfection of the moment.  A stiff breeze kicks up all around me, swirling about my feet.  I fill my lungs with clarity.  A whirling dervish on an ice bitten night, on the precipice, on your mark, lean in, the wind takes me, the air invades me, penetrates me, lifts me, fills all the cracks, all the empty spaces now radiate outward. 
I bleed light.
This is the warrior
This is the wolf
This is the woman
I am the wild


you wrap me up in your arms, the sun drops from the sky
I know only your scent, your heat
drop by drop I melt across your skin, take your form
this is the whole world in one breath
the rise and fall of your chest, our gentle sway
we slip into the next dimension
dissipate into starry effervescence
there is no time or space
there is only this
we are free

Friday, November 15, 2013


I have fallen under a swoon.  I no longer breathe air. I am under water and breathing fire.  There is magic flowing through my veins supplying my every atom with a flicker, a quiver.  The constant vibration passes through me and spreads outward whispering up the backs of strangers expelling a song that surges forth from the depths of their souls but only I can hear them singing. 
shhh, it’ll be our secret.

Saturday, August 17, 2013


The broken lines of my body betray the words that drop from my lips.
I am strong I say.
I am good I say.
But the weight bears witness to the truth and all is not right with this world I inhabit. 
There are screams hidden inside my bones. 
They are seeping out of the growing fissures.
It will not be contained.
Ah love and the tricks it plays on a willful heart. 
Lessons not easily learned will never be forgotten. 
This I must believe.