Poetry

A reflection Humans are spirits brought to flesh and blood, spirits that were there before coming to the Earth as lights of the universe when hearts stop beating in the human. Life gives trials in countless ways. Life as a single presence is also the breath I take during my time. It…

My Thought-wheel Hey Thoughts, Please stop running wild all the time be still for a second instead of running across meadows and hills like wild mustangs. I can’t rein you in and keep you still. Dear thoughts, rest awhile on one shore and not skip over the seas, I need to be…

Poetry

Waves heave and roll on the sea,

Spooky things and carved pumpkins adorn Halloween time. Intriguing is the days following when pumpkins line up doorsteps and stairs,

Newly arrived in Georgian, USA. I walk every day, morning or afternoon.

The blinding dark embraces me as I step out into the night. Invisible hands lift me higher and higher towards a magical realm. The lightness of my being blends with the night and a blissful forgetfulness of the human world below takes over. Hands of the night lift me higher…

I have been talking to the birch tree facing my bedroom window for the past four days. The tree offers solace every moment I turn to it in a new home, new place, and relocation, hanging unpredictable clouds. I wake up with the sight of the tree through the folds…