Friday, September 8, 2017

It's not been an hour
and I've traveled
miles in my mind.
A jungle, tangled
fever; all I have is my
hands in front feeling
the tension of my intertia
and it's pushback--
hanging vines.
The sloth is out of her
element: she's on the ground,
and the world said Rise and Shine.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

When All is One

Our prayers
were made public tonight,
in a pow-wow
circle we offered
Our concerns.
and in succession
they spiraled
Our stairway
to heaven


Monday, March 10, 2014


Make me a spring fairy
vulnerable to the breeze
and breath of new life.
Alight me on the face
of the rock and I'll
sing harmonies
with your echo.