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
I’ll always continue to believe
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a desolate street feeds
my dreams
with pain and hope both
don’t you know
it’s 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 grandmother’s wind chimes, speak to me
of tarnished tears shed over years and years
and of everything you and I hold dear
I’m 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!
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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 come…
I would be honored if you would read the rest of my poem here. Thank you!
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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 air…
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 Milton’s poem, You, Night, the title of which was the inspiration for how I titled this piece.
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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 I’d 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 you’ll show within my heart soon
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the stream runs faster
and farther
than a single breath can last
moving in tandem
with a purpose delivered
at last
a mirror cracking and aching
from lost parts
pebbles and rocks strewn out
deep and broad
while I
give a wink, and nod
to the sky, singing the stream
a simple lullaby
made form syllables
long and short
all delivered from my heart of hope
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pain and trauma dwell within trees
just like they do
in you and me, a casual
acquaintance
made from the threads of the breeze
Can you see that we’ve always been, and will always be
part of the same stream?
then, why, I wonder, do we treat nature
differently
estranged and placated
we push away connections
deemed unnecessary
only they are, in fact
a comisc part
of a grand narrative, the seen and unseen
and everything
deep down
we believe ourselves to be
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broken hearts of the wind
are gentle, in times when strings are
thin, and fierce
as we gather the materials within
to live, love, and laugh at the sky
reminding me
of how hard we all try
even when we want to shout
we can still let it go by
with a pause, and a breath
watching the waves wash over our missteps
revealing, and relating
the nature of the cosmos in your eyes
of a love
that always shines
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love lives in the shadows, and
the whispers of the wind, as
along a lost trail, I go
with pain the size of stones
in my heart, I
compose
possibilities, while people in places far away
eliminate the rights to choose and be free
Do you ever wonder about peace and tranquility?
I do too.
at the same time
I consider the anger in the breeze, and
the angst pervading this body, as
visceral sensations awaken the truth
within the painted brush strokes
of a love as deep as the sea
and this terrible sadness dwelling inside of me
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I am so pleased to announce that my poem, stems and seeds, 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.
stems and seeds
shadows are cast over my eyes
as I try to find
the nature of reality inside
the stems and seeds
gifted to me
while I await the return of the tide
within
the heart and stone romancing…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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