Changes We have lived in this house for so long that sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I half expect one child or another to peek around the corner. But they are all grown up now with their own...Read More
Entropy You know that moment in movies when the main character, having spent day and night chasing a murderer, conquering demons, saving lives, comes home to their high rise apartment with its wall of...Read More
Essence Song While the chaos of the world spins out of control, encroaching, threatening, step back for a moment and listen. Beneath the noise, there is a familiar wordless melody calling to you. It i...Read More
The Worrier She lies in bed, Staring into the silent darkness Outside her window. Fears, Muffled by day, Now rise, one by one, To the surface. Her family, Her job, The future, And anxieties She cannot...Read More
Reminiscing As their colors begin to turn, each day a little more brown and yellow and red, the trees seem to be reminiscing. “Remember?” they say to each other on the cool wind. “Remember May a...Read More
House When I close my eyes, I can still step onto that porch and enter the arched doorway of the house I grew up in. And though it is long gone, torn down to make way for something bigger, I can still...Read More
What If? What if, instead of living in its shadow, we shone just the gentlest light into the secret corners of our grief? What if, instead of pushing it away, we held the trembling animal of shame in ...Read More
Come, Poem You have always lived in me, waiting to be discovered. When I clear away the debris- the doubts, the distractions, the distorted beliefs that have kept you hidden, a hint of your essence be...Read More
Saying Good-Bye Can one ever really learn To take it as it comes, To savor the moment When what one loves Is so temporary? Just yesterday The trees were green, Bursting with life. But today, They star...Read More
All In When I have borne witness to more pain than I can carry, I sometimes take a walk along the seashore of my mind. I surrender the heartaches I hold to the crashing waves, let them be washed away ...Read More
surrounded i sit on my back porch this morning in the middle of this neighborhood this town this country in the middle of this week this month this year completely secluded by the green nestled safely...Read More
Haven There is plastic fast food packaging, Pundit screaming television, Blindingly bright digital billboards, Ice cold building in the middle of summer. And then there is you, White pine, Steady and ...Read More
Kindergarten I was one of those that wept, my heart clinging despondently to the past, wept to see my mother turn so easily to leave me, wept at this stranger’s kind effort, how softly she spoke, co...Read More
Living Within The Mystery The older I get, the less I seem to “know”, the more I realize that we humans look for answers more than the truth because answers, even if not quite right, help to quell...Read More
Globe Many days, I hold my life like a globe in front of me, turning it slowly in my hands, evaluating it. Am I good enough? Even after all these years, the question persists, unanswered. It lives lik...Read More
Home I like to be The first one home In the afternoon To find the house Silently waiting. The books rest on the shelf, Leaning gently to the left. The table holds the candlestick Benevolently in its p...Read More
Today I Want Today I want to be a tree, rooted deeply in the intricate soil, with all of its invisible connections, its infinite mystery. Today I want to be a reaching leaf, surfaced with sunlight and...Read More
Rocks My husband Brings home rocks And sets them, Like a treasure, In the middle of the table. I don’t know what to do With all of them. They are interesting, Most of them, to look at, But numerous,...Read More
BIG THING I grew up believing That there was some BIG THING That I was supposed to do To make the world A better place. Becoming an adult Was all about figuring out What that BIG THING was. Then, if I...Read More
In June All around me, there are worlds within and beyond my world inviting me to let go of my preoccupations and enter. The mourning dove coos a deep lullaby from afar, quieting my bothered mind. A s...Read More
How He Worships He wakes in the morning, stretches his stiff bones, dresses, kisses his wife, pours a cup of coffee and steps out the door into the garden that he has planted, tilling and sowing, hoei...Read More