Bitter Almonds

Silence. The deer has seen you. In its wise cautious eyes It has taken you in. Like Frost Eyes from different worlds Pour into one another Learning what the other Feels in this moment. The doe follows your movements As her baby continues to feed On those flowers You watered and cared for Now disappearing...

Crow Shaped Leaves

Up in the air they whirled They would zig zag as if On a kite string Before falling slowly The winds giving the briefest of reprieves Before they again moved As blurry black shapes These dark winged shadows Covered the sky. An erratic murder flying I could not take my eyes off their windy dance....

The Return of Bees

Warmth on skin Petals on buds     peeking Heart thump  butterfly feelings Hands hold cool glasses Beer   juice   water sweating table circles  Laughing     in the sun Catching reflections sun rays on everything Buzzing lingers like heat in the air The bees have     returned Sticky honey everywhere

The Atmosphere Dawned on Her

The atmosphere dawned on her   Like a black beetle scratching the surface of a pear The skin fell away revealing her raw existence. Red and slowly bleeding, Oozing into the softly lit air A static energy waiting to be released It had waited a long time Allowing her to put it off Until her...

Strength in Peace

What do guns do but wound Kids, women, men, all who Carry nothing but their hopes and dreams Why is it that so many guns bring violence where before there was peace? And violence is returned With peace Forgiveness. There is something to be said for those whose Loved ones and lives are shattered And...

Caught

The world hung on a hook Dripping from where it had Been pulled so roughly Out of the ripples of the universe.

Write with a Routine

When I met the author, Junot Diaz, he said that you need to write in the same way one goes to the gym. You need to flex your writing muscles and make a routine out of it. It can be comfortable to be "too tired" or "not feeling it" that day. But I wonder what...

My Mother’s Hips

I hug her Pressing my face into her, smelling her warm maternal smell I hug her sweet curves as one who has found a familiar spot Where you store all your hopes and dreams. She has always been a beacon of love and support.   I hug her hips again, Trying to make this current...

Broken Cages

Call in the lion Call in the tiger from their maws the roar is fire   Fierce are their claws sharp are the teeth that rip you apart if you so much as breathe   a word of supression a hint of regression   for our vision is forward our tomorrow has become today and...

Pieces of Parchment

Grab my wrist Tighter than you would think   My eyes are seeking yours, Lights in the night waters of your soul.   As we grow our story I continue to find ways to swim deeper Becoming more and more Than just a human living   Opening up To the soul's deeper purpose Echoing the...