Category Archives: poem
If my Mom were a shape she would be a Myriagon because her personality seems round at first, but she really has a thousand sides. If my Mom were a weather condition she would be a meteor because she suddenly … Continue reading
The days blur, one into the next no beginning, middle or end. I wait for the moments between the comings and goings. There in the quiet of my day I can see my dreams. I smell the ocean and feel … Continue reading
I have no death sentence. The light of day still falls as it had done before, only now the evening comes with a bit more grace.
When you’re sick and need an operation you adjust your fears so that you can do what you need to. When your body is cut and something removed you adjust your body to be accepting of that space. It’s not … Continue reading
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
I want to fall in love, kiss in the moonlight, paint the sky red. I want you to write me a love poem.