poetry

Hello, my friends! It has been a rather quiet year on the blog so far, but that will be changing hopefully soon. Finding  a new rhythm since moving to NY…

Body – A Poem on Body Image/Self Image A four-letter curse Treated like a hearse Hated and excluded No wonder we’re wounded Scorned by humanity Temple of divinity Vessel of…

the slinky, slimy stomach knotting feeling that won’t go away heart convoluting palpitations beginning at 2am race, race, race of mind getting nowhere fast i can’t, i can’t, i can’t–!…

Love Growing up, we were taught that love was easy, A simple formula Like 2+2 = 4. Love was just something you did And people loved– well, quite easily! Love…

For the past month, I’ve been rehearsing a performance piece of one of my most popular poems–“I Will Be Me”, a poem about self image. I’m very proud to release it live to you today.

To See Me I want someone to see me No, not the outward me Not the one the whole world sees Not the me with an image and reputation Not…

these are my people the soul-sifters and heart-seekers the wound-healers and light-bringers the love-binders the ones laughing like a child and pondering like a sage the ones redefining reality creating…

I tell stories about you, my friend. “I once had a friend who ____”, or “a friend once said___”, or “once a friend and I _____”. Every time I say…

What is art but the unseen prophetic truths of the soul incarnated in some tangible way? What is art if it doesn’t stir the heart to accountability and action and…

You are born with a wound of darkness inside. It isn’t everything. It doesn’t blot out the light. But it will fester as life throws its hate at you, and…