My Father’s Hands

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

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…

Incomprehensible

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

is living well

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

Losing Love

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