Are we real? Or are we constructs of a society trying to rip us of our uniqueness and authenticity? * Do we love? Or do we crave and worship the idea without truly engaging in the act? * Can we feel? Or do we numb ourselves, only to react in socially acceptable ways that force…

The rawness of pain felt, A sharp stab through the thick meat of my soul. Time is a cool misty rain that slowly washes away the desiccated stains of blood red heartache, To reveal a soft, pinkish-hued scar, still tender when love tries to break through its sensitive flesh. Suddenly, an old flame emerges to…

Pure motivation, a new start Naked, plunging into a cool crisp pond Washing the toxins away The fresh cleansing of a weary subsistence. Lightness, smiles, unobstructed goals Waiting to be fulfilled. A stark contrast from the muddy waters of disquiet and restlessness, Trying to make an impact but slogging through attempted change and getting nowhere….

2018 is almost closed and as I look back, truly so much has happened. I am not going to reflect on the romantic side of my life, which never fails to hold lessons, except to say that each and every year that passes I grow more comfortable in my own skin and in being alone….

Saturday night. My childhood best friend and her daughter just left for the night. Rain is lightly plinking on the window panes. Fire is going, cinnamon-scented candles are burning. Music is serenading in the background. The Christmas tree is up for the season, lights twinkling. My thirteen year old is downstairs, Heavily involved in a…

I struggle between wanting to reach out and needing to let go.  You didn’t show up for me. That is a deal breaker. It made my heart sink like the Titanic.  But we are all human, and you were doing your best.  Where does that leave us? Your perceived thoughtlessness was my earthquake.  There is…

Shadows dance around truth like puppets mimicking realness. Your deepest insecurities supposedly hidden, cloaked by your charisma, your talent, your showmanship. But deep beneath that facade, that mask, moldy with age from no exposure to light is the real you. Your jokes, your intelligence, put on display like your music…in order to build your ego…

Old nostalgic places Haunting me as I step. A bar where we sat. A restaurant carrying your name. The dive you played. The corner where the cold seeped in Much like it’s doing today. Reminders everywhere I look, flapping erratically all around me like bats. The difference a year makes, I am not the same…

Poetry is for lovers, wordsmiths, free spirits. Not logical, argumentative, opinionated realists. Poets drench paper with the lyrical blood and sweat from their bleeding pens… Us jaded souls wishing we could even feel an emotion because our passion has been dried up since the second or third heartbreak…difficult to remember which ones actually qualify as…

Beauty is beholden to the fierce and the strong. Our fire burns brightest when we are holding ourselves accountable to the difficult deeds, the mundane but necessary tasks, the truth-telling moments, the hard conversations, and the reaches across the divide. Strength and confidence, love and loyalty are not for the faint of heart or the…

In these wee hours of quiet contemplation under a cloud of seeping misogyny, I consider the weight of my existence among men who wish to dominate me. I think of my friend who was raped back in college by a man she was dating…still carrying the trauma on her back until she figuratively and quite…