My Father’s Hands

I seldom write long poems. To be more truthful, I write long poems, then whittle them down to their essence … More

Simple

Dangerous

My Curse

Whisper

This is an older poem that I thought I had lost, but it whispered to me until I found it.

Empty Room

My Shadow

Two days before Christmas, my beautiful and beloved cat died. She came into my life when she was three and … More

Incomprehensible

Still exploring my dialog poem format. I know it’s unusual, but it opens up a space for writing that I … More

is living well

I almost chose not to share this poem due to the potential of being misunderstood. Of course, that’s art. Interpretation … More

Losing Love

My lover, my moon, my muse inspires me with her passion for our love. Her empathy and ability to connect … More