Poetry

I am splattered and splintered with color. I am a pen of colored ink telling a story for others to hear, but not the whole story. You haven’t heard it all, some things are private. I am the paper flowers where the butterflies live and receive the nectar nourishment of my inner self. I am […]

I am flying in the sky high above my body, mind and spirit. As I land safely I am reminded that  navigating the sky through storms drives me to a deliberate landing without fear. Once I land I perform a dance in the grass. I bathe and cleanse myself and pluck out any old feathers

I am so grateful to be alive from  triple negative breast cancer making 11 years TNBC free and making 55 very soon.  I am grateful to have also survived 7 years free of Chondrosarcoma (primary bone cancer) in my pelvis as well as being an ovarian previvor for seven years due a familial history of

Soulful Sunday En Casa… St. Patrick’s Breast Plate 💒 “I arise today through the strength of heaven, light of sun, radiance of the moon, splendor of fire, speed of lightning, swiftness of wind, depth of sea, stability of earth, firmness of rock… Christ with me. Christ before me. Christ behind me. Christ in me. Christ

I am that woman. I am the dancer. I am the lower part of your body that lives in pain. I need movement. I am and want more color. I ask for feminine ways. I am the blood the runs from the top all the way to the bottom through you. I am a complex

Thanks for letting me rest. I’m sorry it had to be forced upon you. I’ve been working over time for years. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve appreciated it and we’ve been successful. I have been very creative. But in your image I am here to remind you that the lid has been blown off.

Everybody blooms differently and at different times. And just because someone doesn’t bloom visually or you don’t see it, doesn’t mean they aren’t blooming in private. Some bloom huge flowers, others mid size or tiny ones, some you may not be able to see at all. And maybe you arrived after the bloom when the

Sometimes Death Becomes Us “What’s that,“ I said at dusk last night ? “I don’t hear anything,“ he said. “That thump,” I said! “I didn’t hear it,” he said. “I think it was a bird,“ I said. “I went and checked all the windows and sliders. “I doubt it,” he said. My gut knew different.

I am the owl. I am the tree. I am the peach. I am the lion. I am the seeded root. I am the sit-upon. I am the fire corsette. I am the yellow bird. I am the fire goddess. I am arms wide open. I am Mother Earth. I am the Guatemalan Globes. 4-12-21

I didn’t come here to live a lie and hide. I came here to live my truth said the sun. As evening came and it set itself and laid itself to rest for the night getting ready to shine bright the next day.