This poem came from a dream. A dream rich in its visual texture. One that I knew would be hard to capture, yet might be free to emerge in the context of a poem. Poetry
Home — A Poem
2018-02-25
This poem came from a dream. A dream rich in its visual texture. One that I knew would be hard to capture, yet might be free to emerge in the context of a poem. 
I desperately needed this — Losing Indie
2017-09-30
The only thing that has brought me real comfort is to try and capture what we shared. So I write… Dear Indie,
2017-09-28
I write this with a heavy heart in an attempt to capture what you mean to me. The Dream Portal — A Poem
2017-08-25
Maybe it’s the hazy desert scene with a vintage lens that gives this movie a subtle creepy feeling. Beyond Four Walls — A Poem for the Grizzly Bear
2017-03-10
I’m going to D.C. in April with Defenders of Wildlife to lobby for wildlife. I’m so grateful for this incredible opportunity to get a glimpse of the inner workings of our government and if nothing else, take advantage of an opportunity to stand up for my values and take my truth as far as my voice will go. I don’t know exactly how this trip will unfold, who we will be talking to, or if anything will get through to Held
2017-01-04
A dear friend of mine recently described her new found love for ballet. She felt silly in her enthusiasm because she was a novice and knew nothing about the technical aspects of the dance, she just knew she loved it. That’s how I feel about poetry. There is a naive joy in it for me. Poetry as Prayer
2016-11-18
My morning ritual — reading and writing poetry has turned into a form of prayer for me. With the recent change of season, I had a lapse in this precious time. As the chilly air started settling in, I had to find a new space that called to me and allowed me to revel in my dream life just a bit longer. During this lapse, I found myself falling into old patterns. Going straight to my computer and The Tower
2016-10-23
I’ve been recording and meditating on my dreams a lot lately. This poem came from one of those dreams. Ember Turns 3
2016-08-29
I’m still reveling in my morning poetry time. The thing I love most about taking this time to read/write poetry is that it allows me to linger in that dreamlike space before filling my mind with thoughts about the day. And once I have a poem in mind, it can hold me in that space and serve as a reminder throughout the day, to return to that place of quiet reverence. Ember turned 3 on Saturday and amidst all the celebration,