December 11, 2020
November 26, 2020
IT'S ALL LOVEHugging, laughing, crying – in the long grassby the river with you
November 06, 2020
SUNSHINE & FREEDOMHere is that rainbow,I’ve been praying for.
October 20, 2020
TENDERNESSTo touch, to hold, to teachnot with clenched fistbut tender reach.
September 25, 2020
WARMERClosed eyes, looking into the heat of the sun. Bare skin, full glasses empty –things are looking up.
September 09, 2020
Flowers unfurling, and arms outstretched. And as all the windows and doors open, we hear music. And it says, 'Hello, Spring, we love you.'
August 21, 2020
Music to dance to.Poetry to drift to.Choreography to shift you.Sunlight to stun you.
August 07, 2020
July 21, 2020
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go. —Mary Ruefle
July 07, 2020
It’s our poem. —Eileen Myles
June 02, 2020
Progress means nothing to presence. —Ursula Le Guin
May 19, 2020
All the stories I have ever heard, stand silent in the space beside me. —Ali Cobby Eckermann