poetry

Lessons of the Ocean (Sandcastle 15.07)

What I had come to the ocean to learn is not what the ocean chose to teach. I stood on […]

Red is the color of rage, but also of love, which seems a curious juxtaposition on the surface unless, perhaps, […]

In the silence, even her heartbeat is out of tune. Perhaps she’d already been shattered and put back together.

How are you? Three words spark a thousand lies in my black hole of a mind each lie a light a billion stars in a trillion galaxies….

A poem about writing—”Black is the color of ink in my veins. . . .”

A poem about conquering depression with the written word, and the subsequent cycle when dealing with rejection during the publication process

I dreamed a dream so deep it became an ocean of immeasurable depths and I drank every drop until it […]

This year seemed appropriate to share the first poem I ever published. “Dream Catcher” was featured in the 2005 edition….

Ancient river curls like a snake unfurling in the morning sun. The fallen angel kneels in silt and strokes quilted reflections….

Halfway there. The stars upside down above the shore, also screaming in silence. Such need. Rowing, rowing, still halfway there.