stone colored glass, Published at MasticadoresUSA

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
it’s like looking through stone colored glass

hazy, and filled with trauma, a cold place
inside my chest

lingering among flowers, thought and feeling

reconcile me…

I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!

Photo by sjainart, Pixabay

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white blossoms

white blossoms fill the trees
they make me believe
in the stars that glisten from the leaves

it’s hard sometimes to find intrigue

among the violins playing in the rain
they sip the wind

while bursting with notes wide and thin

a series of flashes begets the sky
bringing me present
to all the gifts we’ve been given over time

while I wrestle with the love inside


you’ll always be here
even when I hide

you’ll call for me
as the wind subsides

Photo by Pezibear, Pixabay

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a beacon for another day

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

when we tarry,
our heads splitting
with fever
and shame’s

to turn on our
heart’s light,


the movement
of the breeze,
becomes agony
of the senses, as
we plead with everyone
we see,
and yet, we
silently believe

in something
larger than
this life

still, we cannot
grasp the
due to
all the past,
present fraught
we’ve been taught

even the future
with calamities
in our
mind’s eye,
detailed out, with
feelings of
our own creation

in that silence
created long ago,
from view
for a generation
or two

a movement
strikes a chord,
seemingly distant,
and, right at our
very door

just like that

a kindling
of some other
is ignited,
takes flame,
and becomes
a beacon
for another day

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Begin to Believe

Have you ever felt
a ripple in time;
or experienced
time slow down enough,
it’s as if this moment
and the next
are imbued
with a singularity
of all of our
collective beingness?

Walking, pondering,
and reflecting
upon life’s mysteries,
I’m at once, called forth
toward a challenge,
and a promise,
given to me when
I was younger,
and a whole lot bolder.

And, as time
spills through my hands,
I watch
as it moves
toward the earth,
being called
to the place of its birth.

And, in this moment,
time becomes
something altogether
birds sing louder,
the sky opens up,
and there is a shower,
of tears
that pour down,
drenching me to my very core.

as the tears
fall from the sky,
there’s no need
to wonder why
I feel this deep connection
to all of life’s


as time slows down,
more, and more,
I smile bigger
than ever before.

Sitting in this stillness,
I breathe in and out,
and witness the birth
of a new moment,
where time ripples outward,
and throughout,
every person,
place, and thing,
and I
begin to believe.

Image Credit

Photo by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash

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