The Power of Vulnerability as a way to Follow our Bliss.

Rambling with our words on paper is like taking a slow walk along the cliffs by the ocean. We meander in our thoughts as we put pen to paper, getting lost in the experience of writing. We let all the pent up emotions of our …

Let the Countdown Begin! {Poetry}

10. In the crowds, we all dance together, but apart. 9. We all love like love should be shared as freely as confetti and champagne on New Year’s Eve, 8. loving is a cycle of energy like water or oxygen circling freely, and yet 7. we all …

Bring on the New Year’s Resolutions.

Push the reset button on the stereo of the New Year. Let’s start this party, and see what new dances we can learn. Be mindful not to trip all over our own feet for we’ve got to look back while warming up, stretching into the movements that we’ve …

Slide Off the Good Enough.

I don’t want to fit into your ideal of what’s good enough because I am not. I am more than that. I’ve outgrown expectations—slid them off like a black silk slip—and exposed my bare self to the mirror. I see the scars, the edges of …

A Chain of Question Marks around my Wrists.

I awake in the coldness of night, coyotes howling, somewhere in that space before dawn, I stare at the shimmering stars one in each frame of the window, and I ask myself for a thousand answers with only one question, and yet that’s so limiting, …

Untitled.

I’ll write with my heart as my guide, and it’s not an easy ride because my mind thinks it’s the driver on the road of loving & living, and yet I’m seeing how the curves excite me slowing into each new one that winds through …

Silence is more than Silence Tonight.

Silence is a daydream in middle of the night while you’re deep in sleep dreaming about your waking day. Silence is the way you stare at me when I’m being feisty, and yet you laugh at my wildness. Silence is snow covering every inch of …

Rebirth, Bats, & the Light of the Moon.

Our bodies hold the shape of stories we’ve lived through, crow’s feet at the corners of our eyes & strong thighs from carrying our soul upright, most-of-the-time.

Shadows of Time. {Poetry}

Shadows of time bend me into the now, just past noon on a Wednesday. Shadows of time bend me into a selfie that’s more real than all the other selfies that I’ve taken. Shadows of time bend me without showing my scars, or the crow …

The Right Amount of Loving.

I had to take a break. Well, at least, from the world of social media because I am really an introvert. I’m shy, and sometimes, put my feet in my mouth. That’s no big deal, right? Maybe you adore the invisibility behind the screen which …