Renaissance

The sky is bright today The sky is bright today Pitter-patter, says the rain, beating on my thigh My hands are alive The water falls in myriad ways A fern swallows me The sky is bright today — This poem is meant to accompany this photo, which is a visual representation of an epiphany of…

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I Am Fire

Great granitic catacombs, hollowed out by flame rust inside my soul. Magma cracks through the crust of my earth, smoking. Metal, molten, seethes at my core; the history of my formation, tumultuous, written in every layer of my skin. Black ash spouts from my mouth, volcanic, I erupt, bursting, spitting, lashing, lava tongues and rocky…

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To Say Goodbye

“Sweet, so would I,  Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing,  Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,  That I shall say good night ’till it be morrow.”  What a thing, I say, to say, Goodbye. You breathe petals into my ears, Hum bees into my heart. You crystallize In my fragmented…

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[Untitled]: A Poem

I wrote this poem spur of the moment, as a very dear friend of mine recounted the many ways he loves his fiance. I am so honored to be a part of their story, and to my readers, I cannot honestly recount how deeply their story made me feel, for there are no words to…

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And It Rained: A Poem

Slake my thirst, Dirty green of desert oaks, Grey like ash, You brittle clouds, Waiting to break. Tear in the sky, You will sing Against my psalms. I open My hands To you.     — Here in Paso Robles, it doesn’t rain a lot. But I was born and raised in a different part…

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The Trees Were Dying

it was just today looking out the window of my car that i saw the trees were dying crumpled into paper figures, a parody of their former selves wrenching, like crooked cursed fingers in the direction of the ground and i their killer. I knew this was no simple thing, like a barren grassless prairie…

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Promised Evenings: A Poem

My heart curls around your fingertip like a slinking cat winding its tail around a corner pressing its bones against the edge aching for release. The cat will chase shadows in the alleys as will I seeking solace in moonlight catching shades like fireflies trapping them in jars wondering when they will materialize into the…

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Don’t Think For A Moment That You Meant Nothing: A Poem

Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were as the sun that lifts the fog. You were as a breath of wind that moves a dune of sorrow And carries it to the seas. Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were a raindrop against the veined leaf Magnifying…

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You And I: A Poem

Fingers to the candle Moth to the flame Visions of another life A different kind of pain. A canyon in the alley Between these crowded streets A thousand faces dissipate Hidden in deceit. You and I, ephemeral– Were petrol in the rain Shimmering reflections I’ll never see again. And though that day has fallen With…

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Book Review: “Our Held Animal Breath” by Kathryn Kirkpatrick

I have a deep and abiding respect for poets. Poetry, I think, is among the hardest of art forms to do well; it requires a painter’s skill with imagery and visualization, a musician’s sense of rhythm and beat, a writer’s craft with words and metaphors, and a philosopher’s or a monk’s contemplative view of the…

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