I’ve always been a seeker, Seeking answers to questions. Searching books Finding information… Commonalities in authors Truth in poems Sensibility in stories. I’ve discovered a few things, Learned a few lessons, Found a few constants. * And yet… Some days I still feel I know nothing. And that I am actually stuck in the same…

Running silently through the dry air and blazing hot sun, contemplating the dark crevices of a past that has left only tattered pieces flapping on a clothesline, I am brought back to this familiar place; yet it looks new at the same time. A young man, younger by twelve years, brings me water. He also…

God resides on the horizon where the sun meets the Earth at sunset. God appears in that moment you want to give up, but a hint of light and knowing appears and sends you down the right path. God finds you when you are open and not drowning in worry or stuck in your head….

Days are long and steady. Weather’s perfect, breeze is subtle. Bubbles rise to the surface in my glass of rosé. The crimson tint of the remaining sun gleaming off my orange skin, Bright with radiant light. It is calm and peaceful. New beginnings require a shift in perspective. Aloneness doesn’t have to be lonely, And…

When a little girl my eyes lit up when you came through the door. Daddy’s home! I would run and jump into your arms excited and giddy.   As I grew older you became my teacher, my coach, my greatest supporter. I heard your voice at the same spot during every track race, You lifted…

I was watching an episode of David Letterman’s show on Netflix tonight, and he was interviewing Ellen Degeneres. Ellen talked about incidences of sexual abuse by her stepfather when she was a teenager. The quote she said…that I hear over and over from women…about why she didn’t say anything about the abuse (other than wanting…

Your silence is my prison. I seek answers and validation. I won’t find them here with you. What I find instead is vacant, vapid air standing in as oxygen, Feeding my lungs with black soot until I cough up the corroded stain that was supposed to be Iove. Sometimes I wonder if love isn’t actually…

Heaviness *sigh* Blood running slow and thick through my veins. Sitting on the floor next to my bed in this quiet room, time moving with no purpose. Your absence all but sealed. * Are we the cliché or the exception? Feminist tirades, thirsty Thursdays with flutes of bubbly, compassionate introspection and support, and shared poetry……

My childhood can best be described as chaos…but good chaos. We lived in a one and a half bathroom house, which means six people shared one shower. There were three bedrooms upstairs and one bedroom in the basement, which means my sister and I shared a room until I was 13 years old. I graduated…

Messages…multiple a day. From suitors with rings on their fingers, Hoping for some excitement in their mundane lives. They don’t all have rings, but a lot of them do. * Meanwhile, the man without the ring, the one I want, Refuses to message me…isn’t interested. Able to get the excitement he wants from those not…

Clock ticks, time continues It isn’t forgiving. All we have is this moment To acquiesce, to give in. So we make the most it, this moment. Working towards goals that seem abstract And quite trivial when we think about our insignificant dot on the eternal spectrum. So…we choose love, connection, parenthood, friendship To mark our…