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.

Black and white close up photo of the workings of a grandmother clock

nine

A poem reflecting on the loss of innocence and wisdom of children, nine was featured in Keep Door Closed, a self-published chapbook about love and loss.

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road music

A poem of remembrance for the last days of the late Paul Stephens as we accompanied him across the universe. Truly, Love is All You Need.

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crow wisdom

Have you ever had an intimate encounter with an animal, that left you profoundly moved and affirmed your belief in the divinity of nature? Of course you have.

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ophiocordyceps

A Clockwork Orange, mind-altering fungi and other weird things that bounce around inside my brain were the base ingredients in this poem about being trapped by yourself.

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the teacher

Watching your children grow into adulthood is a little like holding your own beating heart outside of your body.

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