Monthly Archives: August 2017


… She spills her soul to storm and wills her self to soar, and quills her words some more along these sacred shores.   .. Written for Poetic Asides.  Advertisements

Posted in poetic asides poems | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

She’ll need more than galoshes for this bright rain.

.. She’s walked a few in blue suede, slipped ruby, glass. Laced up before the dawn in pursuit of early grace. Donned lace and leather, canvas; retraced her own ………steps (backward) ……….barefoot …….in sand. She’s landed sharp, and soft, and … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 15 Comments

more than blue

… call her ish {mael}, tired of waiting,de -bating breath and sigh -lence. call her boneless courage, be -friended skin, beginning of sacred sky. squall her a storm, some salt she might shed, a day she might dread turned to … Continue reading

Posted in moon poems, twiglets | Tagged , , , , | 7 Comments

Cloudy, with a {small} chance of tossing all her words to sky.

I dance. Bliss-bubbleballoon this clover-cloud sky. We journey, jars open, leaves spilled; giggle -ghost our most drizzle-dreamed stillness. Flicker me storm -peppered fear, the dear -dawn way green twists rosebreeze. Whisper -curl my long-lulled scarsong, breath sparked, shadowsound. Shimmer -grin … Continue reading

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged , , , , | 17 Comments

it comes down to this {she says, as she falls}

.. the bliss of the moon kissing skin. the twist of balloon clouds shadow-puppeting the sky. the skip of stones across the sea. can you hold these things …..{careful, careful now} for me? i’ll be back once these old dry … Continue reading

Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille | Tagged , , , , , , | 26 Comments

i am 5am

the zen of all sky, no sun. first breaths, and livening of lungs. i am slow beat of heart and feet, rhythmic pull of chest. i am fast (g)race, unmetered pace, blurred face and untamed. blessed.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Run Four (and a Little More)

in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading

Posted in dragon poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment