Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
I find callousness at noon desirous of the prodigal sun
washing my hands of understanding and of ignorance
I call out to you
recognizing the moon carries the seeds of our love and
the cognition of the stars above
Photos by me, Oregon Coast
New and Forthcoming Publications
Angels Outlined, Published at MasticadoresIndia
I am pleased to announce that my poem, Angels Outlined, is now available atMasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece. Iโd be honored if you would read the full poem here. Thank you!
Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology
I am elated to share that one ore more of the poems I submitted to Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology, edited by Gabriela Marie Milton, have been accepted. Thank you, Gabriela, and the editing team at Literary Revelations Press for this acceptance, and for supporting my work. I am honored and humbled beyond words.
It is amazing to reflect back upon this year, so full of wonderful memories and experiences, which you are all a part of. I am thankful everyday to be a part of this loving community, and I want to thank all of you for your continued support and friendship.
You all continue to inspire me, and I look forward to creating new experiences and memories with all of you in 2023!
Wishing you all a joyous, peaceful, and wonderful holiday season.
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cosmos within, is now available atMasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
cosmos within
I sit, knees and hands folded end over end
awaiting the cosmos to appear within
my heart, a flower blooming in the vacuum of space and time
a riddle, when chasingโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
a dream, mind conjures, as intuition blossoms, and reflects upon conditioned aspects of time borrowedโฆ
harsh
as they seem we grew through the pain and agonyโฆ
trials and tribulations abound, as we recount each moment, and, at times, drown
in the feelings swallowing us whole, like a magical black holeโฆ.
spinning vortex, light withdrawn, senses expand, reaching out for a hand
to hold onto at lastโฆ
breathing in lifeโs energy, we wrestle with time, and the nature of the agonies written upon the sands of our collective destiniesโฆas
light shows back up, speaking in the language of love lost, pain healed, and compassion given out, to all those that shout, curse at the skies, and wonder whyโฆ
as deep inside, we recognize our face in the collection of pictures we see in the mirror
of our humanity, as we (re)adjust within and get ready to again beginโฆ
They befall us all, for itโs a part of being a walking and breathing kaleidoscope, on a planet so full of hope.
When they come, itโs very normal to withdraw, and look for reasons for this flaw.
Asking questions to the sky above, yet, that might not be where the answers are located, my love.
Tragedies are a part of the calamity of this thing we call life. They are part and parcel of the seen and unseen, and everything in between; conjoined forever in an illusory dance with,
Blessings
my friend are all around you, so when you have a moment, take a minute, and stop. Stop moving, and just be with all that surrounds you, and is within you. And, in that silence, listen, feel, and always keep it real.
Reality holds a lot of promise, when we move out of the way, and let go of our preconceived notions. When we stay in motion, and let our hearts open, allowing the silence within to determine our devotion.
Waiting at the door, itโs time, and Yet not to floor us from the task at hand Itโs reminiscent of your kith and kins land.
A time before, as we glance within the store, Lookin back, what do we see, only mist opportunities, And misery. Now reflecting upon the days ahead, knowing Deep inside your plays are now well best and said.
At this moment you know whatโs to do. Wait no more, Will you? Burning fire bright, just like that neon light, Is your inner core of sudden sight, and withstanding Celebratory delight.
The time of waiting is over you see, for all youโve ever Needed was/is within thee.
The end of January. Wow. Itโs been almost a year since the pandemic broke out here locally. What a year. And, within 2.5 months of starting to work at home, my first blog post was published. Since then, Iโve created 295 posts, began following so many amazing blogs and inspiring people, and have now over 450 followers. Awesome, and so much fun.
Alright, letโs get to the writing part.
My 2 Favorite Posts This Week
I want to do something different this week, and for a few weeks. Instead of simply recapping all that I wrote, Iโm going to choose my favorite 2 or 3 posts each week and provide some of the inspiration, thinking, and reflecting that went into the post. Ready? Good. Here we go.
The reminiscence poem was created as a multi-reflection on my marriage, my childhood, and having two beautiful boys. All three reflections combined in unique ways to create a poem about pain and joy, and recollections about simpler times.
One of the things I love the most about writing poetry, outside of the sheer exuberance I get when an idea flows through me, is looking back, reflecting, and putting on paper some joyous, and yes, sometimes painful life events.
Tanka #2
Tanka #2 was created as a reflection on my meditation practice, and the chasing we sometimes do as humans, trying to get to the next thing, and then the next. Reflecting on meditation and then the concept of chasing after things is a paradox, just like all of life.
The last two lines are a reflection upon creating the future from the present moment, with the knowing that already living inside of me, all of us, are the past, present, and future. As, they are one.
Alright, thatโs my reflection on the reflections that inspired the two poems above. That was fun. Letโs now turn to one of my other favorite topics, music.
Iโve posted about my love for music before, though itโs been a while. I grew up in a household where music was always present. Whether that was through the TV and MTV, my dad playing his guitar, or sisters, mom, or myself playing the radio, cassettes, or an 8-track.
Yes, I did just reference the radio, cassette tapes, and 8-tracks in the same sentence. I did grow up in the late 70โs and 80โs though.
In this entry on music, I want to do two things. Show you the guitar I bought today, and embed a youtube of one of my favorite songs.
Alright, first, here is a pic of the guitar I bought today. As I mentioned, my dad played the guitar. Though I tinkered with the guitar as a child, youth, and young adult, itโs been years, and I am excited to take some lessons and begin to play.
Corvallis, Oregon 2021
Pretty, yes? Yes, I think so too.
Alright, now here is one of my favorite songs. I am present to it, because my oldest son played it on the guitars we looked at on Saturday. Was so beautiful.
Here you go.
YouTube
I just adore this song. Always have, and always will.
Alright, friends, thatโs all for this week.
Remember, to keep breathing and take time for yourself. Itโs important.