Lessons of Silence Series

Lessons of Silence I Dedicated to Pema Chodron Is there a point one reaches being alone, night after night where isolation eats at itself locking the door behind the weeping sounds of lonely? Is there a purpose to loneliness? lessons hidden in the shadows among a forlorness of self lost arms reaching for light. Is…

Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

Warrior

A midst the troubles of loss and the hell’s of pain I gained the art of crafting a path for my stumbled steps unlocking the woman I am to face the disease I’ve ignored. I began by molding mistakes into steps and lessons learned into stones building blocks I laid outside my back door. Forming…

Naked in Sync

From between silk sheets, lovers step beyond the familiar through the door of dawn tasting chance for love. They remove their masks and undress their core, exploring an exposing sides of good and bad. Uncovering fetishes that annoy and similarities of play, they test their probability and watch fate go either way. 4/15 care for…

Forgotten Trail

A seven part poem from my manuscript, Spirit Songs. Forgotten Trail I My grandmother always remembered me amidst her dementia and forty some grandchildren. No matter how many years in between she puckered her thin lips my way motioning me to sit upon her round lap of baby flab and boobs. I was smaller and darker…