Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author’s inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those fleeting thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are, warts and all. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.
The True Nature of Abundance
Love has many faces.the obvious ones might bephysical and sexual attraction,common interestsand a host of other aspectsthat might be described aspersonality andlifestyle choicesthese are fundamentals to be sure,howeverI believecatalysing,successfully melding, these elementsinto that compound we call love,requiresdeep, heartfelt mutual trustand [...]
A Field In Summer Fallow
I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plow-land in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to [...]
A Soft Breeze In Your Back
Banana fostered dreams shoot me back to Decateur Street, Sunday brunch laced with love, jazz wafting through naked air, we are not old, we are not new, we are timeless for this moment and now…we were. Trust things are going well [...]
In Vagrant Love
Vagrant lovecircumnavigates your listing heart,your frothy expressionsits wake,visibly tangibleyetlacking substance.Destinations undefinedsubtle trails dissipateinto nothingness,leaving behindtranquil but desolate seas.That which may have beenvanished without a trace.Betrayal of shadows pastcast the die,a doctrine of unbelievingfrom which your tools are forged.And still…you yearn [...]
Now I Know It Works
My brother replanted a perennial from our parent’s garden three years ago to his own flower bed. It never bloomed for those three years.My father passed away last Monday, on Tuesday morning there was a brilliant orange flower on this [...]
This Is Love Forever
Holding hands with my mother fading embers in my father’s eyes become a flicker once more. Few words spoken they would be superfluous. Wordless dialogue but heartfelt exchange echoes through this chamber at the threshold of his exit [...]