Devotional: Fear

I am afraid of so many things I cannot count them all. like failure, for instance there are uncountably many ways to fail and I am afraid of all of them. or sadness and its harsher twin, weakness. I fear them both. yes, darkness too there’s a reason I don’t go out to howl at…

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Abstraction: Identity

it does not matter where i go because you are not there                   Mantra:  “The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.…

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Devotional: Multitudes

I contain so much of you  “Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons?” — Jeanette Winterson (Written on the Body) – Image: Salvador Dali, Figure with Drawers for a Four-Part Screen

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Blind Like Water: A Poem

Tonight, I will sleep in the garden Buried under rocks and sand A man will come with a rake every now and then To carve lines into my body And he will say “The flowers are sweet today.” At night when the lights are quiet The moon like a sea shell washed ashore by a…

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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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Between Two Mountains: A Poem

I never thought I’d be the silly writer Who would dare to utter the cliche ‘Your lips were the color of sky’. But here I am, And to say otherwise would be a lie. The sky tonight for perhaps a minute and a half Was the same color as the gunmetal chill Of your lips…

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