Sometimes I feel like tiny man with only almost dreams, like tea kettle on low, with only half the steam. Where is the air, to make sharp calling sound of whistle? Dreams once made of marble, now come cracked and brittle. What say I to all the friends who believed so dear, that my feet … More Again

Distant Space

My skin is made of shooting star, my blood is made of wish. When my heart beats, it plays a drum spiritual warriors dance to. I am love’s eclipse peaking over the moon in seasons long gone. I am the return of sacred space when all is left is dust and war. Perhaps I am … More Distant Space

Always With You

Embarrassed of my beating heart flowing like ocean wave to shore of separated self. The crashing sings like a glue made of cinnamon scented memories that grows legs tall enough to touch pastry sky, just past the horizon of wondering what sweetness tomorrow brings, fearful still of falling from so far, I march forward. I … More Always With You


Whether you wither or weather the storm find gratitude in the arm of the divinity in full view, bending light divine to burst a new strength from the pain within you. Know that now is always at the right time. Twisting as it does in infinite asymmetry, find the missing corners where love waits freely, … More Indestructible