Poetry

What we're left with

on days poems don't hold us

Jun 4 •

A Song of Gratitude

For the Spirits of Mist & Sunbeams

Mar 5 •

a poem inspired by wet shoes

Mar 1 •

A tiny constellation of spices

Stir my soul awake

Jan 11 •

Between heaven & earth

a poem for the ghosts in my mind

Dec 14, 2024 •

Who tells a free spirit where to go?

couldn't care less about trends

Nov 23, 2024 •

You crave what you can count on

Things that stay when you can't

Nov 20, 2024 •

The Office Gypsy; That's Me!

Dreams of mountains & a wild heart that won't sit still

Oct 23, 2024 •

To my best friend who I fall in love with every single day; more & more

I didn't think it was even possible. No special occasion. I am smitten.

Sep 11, 2024 •

Just because we can’t see something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist

Your destination lies over the mountain of fear, through the forest of doubt, and along the blessed river of hope.

Sep 4, 2024 •

You wonder, is there light beyond the shadows?

Tender erosion and grace

Aug 28, 2024 •

When you think of me you think of

honey-dipped words

Aug 17, 2024 •

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