First, chocolate. I like it dark. Real dark. Like 85% dark. And not on top of fruit. There. Now we can move on to the nonessentials. I’ve done lots of things (teacher, creative director, musician, herbalist), and daydream about doing more (opening a community apothecary or, oh I don’t know…becoming Secretary of State?). I mostly just try to follow where the inspiration leads me. There is so much to learn.
I write poetry, music, fiction, and nonfiction. I contribute as a writer and poet to the Presence Project and the Clarion Journal of Spirituality and Justice…
Sea Between: A Collection
Space of Brightness
Me, Her, and Words Like Swords
We stood on the precipice, the wind bellowing in my ears and whipping her long dress and hair all about. She was taller than me. I had somehow forgotten about that. Maybe because she never feels intimidating. It was easy to be with her. Even today. Even...
The Circus Is On
I would like to gather somewhere, Move with Belong to Partake in something Worthwhile Without the bologna of A group of well-dressed men Sitting on the front row Reveling in their hierarchy. Stages are set For the well-dressed. Megaphones handed To those with stories...
The Peddler
Well, aren’t you the fanciest salesman I’ve ever seen!What’s this you’re selling? GOD? I don't recognize God in your swagger. Your clothes are a little too fancy. And your promise of “more” and “better” sounds like...
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