April is National Poetry Month.  This year I am posting raw, un-edited pieces throughout the month.  Here are today’s pieces. Pandora’s Closet There is a closet in the mind, and when it gets too full of those all too human experiences of joy, grief, desire, and frustration, it all comes tumbling down as you open the…

Everybody has a story, but how often do we pause to listen?

April is National Poetry Month.  This year I will be posting raw, un-edited pieces throughout the month.  Here is today’s piece. Sometimes, our pain is so great that the only way we can see the light of the human soul is to convince ourselves that we need to possess others to possess the light in…

Each day more outrageous than the last

I hold my tongue, but not my breath

as I learn to wait for more information

before coming to a conclusion…

April is National Poetry Month.  This year, I will be posting raw, unedited pieces throughout the month.  Here is today’s piece (which happens to be an oldie that popped up just when I needed to see it). a tangible moment hangs in the silence between us a look of indignance is the only thing that…

April is National Poetry Month.  This year, I will be posting raw, un-edited pieces throughout the month.  Here is todays piece. Patiently holding all that lies between our hopes and fears Surreal or so real, we learn more about perception whilst in repose than our waking moments can teach us… For it is that same…

I wrote this piece in 2009, after my life had been turned on it’s side by my partner’s death and before it had been turned upside down a couple of years later with my own breakdown. I post it today for National Poetry Month because the therapeutic value of poetry is often quite literally a lifesaver. This reminds me not only of why I write, but also that everyone has a story, and sometimes those who hurt us the most have reasons beyond our own perception or even comprehension that may or may not justify their behavior, but at least offer an explanation to the quintessential question “what the bleep is wrong with you?”. Once confronted with this, we have an opportunity to see how we really aren’t so different from those who anger us. This allows us to transform our anger into forgiveness with compassion, rather than using forgiveness as a reluctant act to bring us an ever elusive sense of peace. When we can connect with those who harm us, and with those whom we harm, the healing power of forgiveness transforms our perception and experience.

April is National Poetry Month.  This year, I will be posting raw, un-edited pieces throughout the month.  Here is todays piece. The shift in experience from emotional hell to heaven on earth becomes the mark of personal resurrection like moving continents, the shift can be nearly imperceptible until we wake up one day and see…

April is National Poetry Month.  This year, I will be posting raw, un-edited pieces throughout the month.  Here is todays piece. Today he needs a place to unload the burdens he has silently borne a wild release, a bit of humor, a race to nowhere To know his place among his peers where he can…