A Story Set Free - Audio Poem They whisper and wait, the stories that exist inside of me. I write about what once was, to release them, to set them free. Elusive details captured on a page. My blank messenger conspires with me, coaxing the story out of hiding, and snaring it for others to …
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Punk Scene and Desert Serene
This life is full of stressors that make us want to scream. I sort most of that out during my morning meditation that offers me peace and connection. But how much freer my mind would be if I could disturb the peace and add to my release with an unfiltered scream? How much more centered …
Sharing more Love (poem & video)
I did not know he was breathing me in, during the blackest night of my soul. Quietly, he did tiptoe, night after night after night. Boldy, he did lean close, breathing in my rhythm, my joy. Note after note after note, peeling away my songs; making my music his own. Skilled precision, no remorse. Waking …
“Ghost House” (a video recitation)
I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown …
Hope Full (poem and dance)
Gifted with fabric and thread, she wasn’t just weaving material into museum-worthy displays, she was weaving a life transformed, stitched together with gold strands of hope, that she now wears like a majestic robe – wrapping her in the love, on others, she has generously bestowed. She is learning to step, to receive love and …
“Because I could not stop for death” (poetry recitation)
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess …
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Music, Movement, and a Mosh Pit (video & verse)
A slightly stoopid poem Walking the same road taken when heading to my first show. A sneaky teen, I was, but my choices were void of malicious intent. I was just a loyal follower, drawn to his rhythm, his lyrics, and his British accent. Solitary confinement was my due punishment. I am all grown up …
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Inspired and Perspired
After a year of reaching and smiling through a screen we found each other again. Every Tuesday late afternoon, I walk across a sizzling lot and join other ladies, blood and limbs already hot. Songs fused with a Latin American flare, we step toward weightless joy and away from heavy cares. Passion moves our hips …
Please let me dance again
Several weeks ago, I submitted a story to Dr. Phoebe’s site (phoebemd.com) and I am pleased to share, the piece was published last Friday, April 9th. My submission is a personal story about a few seconds that almost drastically altered how I move through life. Sharing the experience stirs vulnerability in me, but I chose …
Spinning to the Center
An eight by six-foot mat, free-floating and grey – just enough cushion to protect long muscles and absorb the long day. Spinning to the center of self on squares, snapped together that appear dull and lifeless. Appearances deceive. Grounding grey underneath vibrates, hums, and pulses with passion, sweat, and tears. A dancer ready to spin …
My Inspired Life 