All of these words reveal what is wordless.
I have a post-it tacked to the vision board in my office that stares me in the face every day. “Life is suffering…and yet…” I came across this idea - rooted in Buddhism - a few years ago and it’s become one of my most sacred mantras. Suffering, pain, trauma. It’s inescapable and universal. My… Continue reading The Quarantine Poems
Home Nowhere and everywhere Among dirt and stars You’ll find my heart All at once Quiet. Contemplative. Yearning. A place for me Green and vibrant Dark and tangled Let go. Weep. Scream. Question. Don’t be afraid Nowhere and everywhere Home ____________________ Home Nowhere and everywhere Don’t be afraid Let go. Weep. Scream. Question. Dark and… Continue reading Reflection
To the hymn of church and God and cold, cheap beer A tangled life of rural roots and country boots Fireflies were my streetlight cue to come back home Where the homecoming queen works at Dairy Queen And our horseshoes come covered in liquid gold A jagged aggregation of rock ground down to a weathered… Continue reading Forgottonia
Autumn came to visit as she does this day each year. Peddling her Equinox, breath thick with pumpkin beer. “My dear! So nice to see you.” Voice raspy from leaf smoke. “I’ve got new merch for you this year,” and opened her blood-orange cloak. “First up, the same old candy corn. Smells better than it… Continue reading Autumn Calling
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