“…Out of the quarrel with ourselves, we make poetry…” ~W.B.Yeats We spoke about the difference between pain and suffering we agreed how pain is part of the natural order it is inevitable it is a given but suffering, that is a human construct it is unnecessary it is a result of a choice along with [...]

she found her dance once more! and there she found a piece of her soul was healed a piece of her self returned her dance was there—it was always there— in her heart, but she had lost it for a time for a time there in the dark she had trouble finding it behind the [...]

I have decided to start a project called Poetic Polaroids.  Much like those classic photos, these poems are instant snap- shots of moments in time.  Raw.  Unposed.  Entirely candid.  Unedited. I want to bleed for you Tear my clothes and grieve for you Pull my hair and scream for you I am the listener of [...]

I recently finished reading Anne Lamott’s Traveling Mercies.  A provocative and authentic account of one woman’s relationship with God.  Often after spending several hours reading, I would put the book down feeling as though I had just spent the afternoon with a dear kindred friend.  I found deeply satisfying validation, healing, and encouragement in those [...]

“In numbing the agony, we lose art; out of our pain, comes poetry.” I woke up at some point in the night, or early morning, with this rather profound thought weighing on my mind. I’ve been pondering on it all day. I have quite a few things to say about this thought but they’re not [...]