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The Rains Have Passed
The Rains Have Passed (from Brainstorms) The rains have passedand we walk out onto the porchinto the cool, crisp air,the void after the storm. I shiver slightlyas the moist air hits my bare arms.Your body is close to mine.I can feel your warmth even without us...
Grief’s Spell
Grief’s Spell As I sat brooding at the bottom of a well,Grief embraced me like a sister And whispered her soft spell. There is nothing outside now.There is nothing beyond love.There is nothing to fear. There is nothing to hope for. There is only love.There is only...
Some Days I Need to Choose to Not See the Mess
Some Days I Need to Choose to Not See the Mess (From Within My Illusions) There’s a giant inflatable orca in my entry hall. I’ve kicked him closer to the front door To clear a path from my daughter’s room to mine So she won’t trip when she makes her 2 a.m. visit. Now...
Falling Apart
Falling Apart (From Within My Illusions) My foundation is crumbling. The three-inch pressed powder discthat’s enclosed in a plasticsilver clamshell case, the stuff I use to cover my face,to smooth out the inconsistencieswhile still allowing the me to shine through,...
Collaborative Alchemy
Collaborative Alchemy (a collaborative poem) Our human capacity to take inAnd make sense of the worldTogether. “We are not in Kansas anymore.”We are three dimensional,And our center of gravity is shifting.The world is grieving itself.The world is healing itself....
Jasmine
Jasmine (from Brainstorms) The scent of jasmine on the trailbrings me back to the window seatin my bedroom on Napoli Drive. It’s funny how nostalgia creeps injust when I need most to remember. Sitting on the front porch with Dadand picking strawberriesfor our homemade...
Heartbroken
Heartbroken (from Within My Illusions & Artwise Poetry Cards) This is what a broken heart feels like: A pressure just behind my sternumand suddenly I can’t breathe. An ache radiating in all directionsslowly rendering me numb,as though a steady drip of...
Fences
Fences (from Within My Illusions) it was always meant to be temporary.intended to be removed and replaced by something with more substance. the pliant green wirewas barely strong enoughto support the weight of the canyon.vines crept up and overuntil the fence bowed in...
Possibility
Possibility (from Within My Illusions & Artwise Poetry Cards) Possibility came to visit meIn an early morning dream.She was cloaked in all potentialAnd veiled in mystery. I almost didn’t answerWhen she roused me from the deep, Urged me to pick up the pen‘Stead of...
Changing the World
Changing the World (from Brainstorms) Sometimes it feelslike I pass my dayslost in my headand a cup of tea. But secretly,quietly,magnificently, I am changing the world.
A Different Answer
A Different Answer She said to me,“If you want a different answer,You’re going to need to ask Different questions.” What is this world? What is this world? What world is this? Lingers on morning fog And dusky evening sky. As if the mind could grasp An answer that was...
Event Horizon
Event Horizon Out of view,But so close I canFeel it. A thousand-petaled lotus Unfolds luminescent,Aquamarine, pearlescent. It starts from the heart. It’s in the heart. It is the heart. And though I can’t imagine A future where this all works out,I can choose to...
Training Wheels
Training Wheels (from Within My Illusions) My dad held onto the back of the seatthe first time I rode my bikewithout training wheels. “Don’t let go,” I pleaded. I wasn’t aware of when the bikeslipped out of his grip,but I can still feel the momentof bringing myself...
The Landscape Is Always Changing
The Landscape Is Always Changing (from Within My Illusions) The landscape is always changing.This year the sage along the highway seems bigger,the snow on the mountains dwindles, and smoke is thick as clouds.We are afraid of the fire. The landscape is always...
Circularity
Circularity I wonder whether it’s the leaves That lose their trees, Which remain stubbornly Upright and still,Even as leaves surrender To a passing breeze,The lessening of light,The delicate needs of their host. Midwives and doulas,Weaving timeBackwards and...
On the Curious Paradox of Being Seen
On the Curious Paradox of Being Seen (from Within My Illusions) ContradictionIt’s curious I feelthe simultaneous desire to be seenand the fear of beingvisible. ImpermanenceI am constantly changing. Even now as you turn your gazeand your eyes meet mine,I will shift in...