
I ramble with the sky
looking into the center, a vaccum
of space and time
mirroring
the cosmic qualities of you and me
and
the golden sunsets
we continue to dream
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay


I ramble with the sky
looking into the center, a vaccum
of space and time
mirroring
the cosmic qualities of you and me
and
the golden sunsets
we continue to dream
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay


It gives me great joy to share with all of you the title and cover of my debut poetry book, Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow. Compiling the book was a labor of love, which took almost a year to complete.
As I was contemplating the poems, which eventually ended up in Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, I remember collecting intro lines to poems on scraps of paper as I worked, or was out in the community, and most of them made their way into the book.
I enjoyed every moment of contemplating and writing this book.
As a youth, I loved to write. I remember writing to the local paper once about an issue in the community, and the letter made it into the local paper. A transformational moment for me.
Though this was a transformational moment for me, it took many more years before writing would show up again, first as a nontraditional student at University, and then in the blogosphere.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the possibility of publishing a poetry book. Oh, how life changes, iterates, and keeps us on our toes. A blessing always.

This month there are some activities scheduled to celebrate the upcoming release of my book, the first of which are poetry readings.
Over the next 4 Mondays, I will select and read one poem from Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, and post the readings to my blog and Twitter, beginning on August 8 at 6 am PT (USA).
There are also a few surprises in store, as we move toward the September 1 Release Date. I will let you all know about these activities, as we get closer to the date of their occurrence.
For now, I want to acknowledge and thank each of you.
I know in my heart that Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow is now a reality because of your love, support, and friendship. Words cannot properly convey how much you all mean to me, so I will simply say, thank you, and I appreciate you.
I also want to thank the best publisher and editor in the world, Ingrid Wilson, of Experiments in Fiction. Ingrid took this book into her heart and worked hard to create a book that we are both proud of.
I hope you enjoy the upcoming poetry readings and the other surprises that are forthcoming.
All my love and blessings on a splendid week.


I learned to drink you in
when young, and bold
to me, you always told
the distinction between
the stream residing, inside
and the one that trickles
within
the mist and dew-ladened
petals
trimmed
with honey, and the scent of jasmine
herein
it runs back and forth
filling my life with equal parts
your love
and
the love that dwells within my hope-filled heart
I am thrilled to announce that on Monday, August 1 at 6 am PT the title and cover of my debut poetry book will be revealed! A big thank you to Ingrid Wilson, of Experiments in Fiction, and to all of you for supporting me each day, every day. My love and blessings to you all.
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay

I am pleased to announce that my poem, stone colored glass, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support and for publishing this piece.
stone colored glass
I often think about the past
itโs like looking through stone colored glass
hazy, and filled with trauma, a cold place
inside my chest
lingering among flowers, thought and feeling
reconcile meโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by sjainart, Pixabay

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, touch and taste, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
touch and taste
every little touch, and taste
takes me
to another place
desire afire, living inside the tranquility of the seasโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Agnali, Pixabay

my heart spills the seeds
of a thousand past lives
dwelling within the trauma
sitting
alongside
the love I feel for you, wishing
upon the night sky
we make do
with candles ensconced in petaled
fragrances
of pain, a dew
sitting upon the land and sea
it seems
extreme, yet
inside
I know
Iโll always continue to believe
Photo by suju-foto, Pixabay

a desolate street feeds
my dreams
with pain and hope both
donโt you know
itโs part of the mystery hidden
inside the love we show
to the sky, and to the people walking by
as we learn more about the lights glimmering in the night
they whisper of shadows long and tall
relational aspects of
our drawn out
souls
ready to depart this plane for another
on the winds of time
and the gentleness of the breeze
my grandmotherโs wind chimes, speak to me
of tarnished tears shed over years and years
and of everything you and I hold dear
Iโm excited to let you all know that my debut book manuscript is complete! I would like to thank Ingrid Wilson, from Experiments in Fiction, for many fabulous insights, and wonderful editing work. We are now on to book creation and cover design. Exciting!
Photo by Counselling, Pixabay

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, voided wind, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
voided wind
I stand at the precipice of the lost
where pieces of my skin
rotate back, and forth
within the voided wind
as my soul resonates
with the words that comeโฆ
I would be honored if you would read the rest of my poem here. Thank you!
Photo by Layers, Pixabay

I am excited to announce that my poem, You, Seedling, is now available at Spillwords Press. A big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
You, Seedling
like a seed growing up through the ground
you were born, and the mystery
continued to confound
me, relating to the breeze was always so easy
and, yet
the little one cradling my finger
was our seedling, beautiful
with an airโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I would also like to acknowledge Gabriela Marie Miltonโs poem, You, Night, the title of which was the inspiration for how I titled this piece.
Photo by Igor Rodrigues

I sit inside a pool of salt
and sin
looking
into the eyes of dried, and thin
crumbly skin
tired, and looking to the wind
I reminisce.
even when Iโd rather not know
the pain, to me
always shows
the effects
of this universal context, deplorable
in times when pain is greatest, and light
like a dandelion seed
when time stops forward progression, looking
for lessons
I await you.
wondering
if youโll show within my heart soon
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay