Let the words transcribe you — If you want to be a poet be prepared for an adventure it might begin with a faint nudge from a well inside a tap, tap, tap like rain or snow or the cocoon of fog gracing a window. It’s a knowing you can’t hide. It might begin with an…

An encouraging message on staying true to you — As if on cue, this quote was tucked neatly into an essay I was reading. “Do not compare, do not measure. No other way is like yours. All other ways deceive and tempt you. You must fulfill the way that is in you.” ― Carl Jung I stopped and reread…

I prefer soft landings and slow starts — I prefer soft landings and slow starts. Space to deliberately study a leaf’s lineage. To feel words as they roll over my tongue. Is there a river-like cadence? Or do I need a valley of vowels with voles? Am I caught in the grey shale shades, unable to find the…

A poem of self-care — She gathered her wrinkles and the sharp pains the ones in her neck running amok deep down into her veins. She called over her thoughts those tired tendrils strung between her eyes and gifted them with a gentle rub. She offered weariness a soft seat and a round drink letting music roll…

Transposing old memories to new — The piano played memories one chord, then two while the trees felt gray and the clouds sang sky’s blues. Each note wore a cloak like the trees wear leaves and the rain puddled down accenting the hard breaks, tears turned to muddy hues. Half past daylight, the keystrokes, grew and grew…