poetry
Framing the silence has become my life’s work. Who am I to call myself a poet? All I know is silence speaks a thousand stories, the challenge is knowing which one is true. Don’t look away: poetry isn’t always opaque. Sometimes it says exactly what you didn’t know you were feeling.
morning drift
This odd piece about rambling early morning thoughts will have you floating right out of your slippers. This piece was published in Sea & Cedar magazine.
four and twenty
Talking to ravens and feeling alone shape this piece marking the three year anniversary of our move home. It was recently published in Sea & Cedar magazine.
heart/stone
A metaphoric reflection on a heart-shaped rock as a symbol of gifted love.
in your bones
A poem about what lies beneath; family traits both physical and inherent shape who we are.
Grace & Phoenix
A mythical “Romeo & Juliet-like” ghazal explores the many states of grace.
i had a dream my teeth fell out
When you dream your teeth are falling out like crumbled almonds what do you do? You write a poem about it and post it on your website.
skvala
This short poem combines sound and myth to imagine a boat at sea experiencing a tempestuous squall.
working cedar/cedar working
A visual poem about the medicine of cedar weaving seeping in, under the fingernails and into the heart.
