Her Cottage by the Sea (continued)

A morning spent tracing curves with slow and deliberate fingertips. They release a power that contradicts- soft, sensual, and delicate yet, they spark a fire within. They form the shape of words absorbed by her salty and sandy skin. Unspoken words turn to ash when they are drawn in to a body that pulses with …

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a Writer’s reTreat (audio)

Enveloping clouds, across stretched miles – unseen landmarks and draped blue skies. Tired of staring into the smothering gray. Tired of straining to see what lies beyond a cloak that confuses night with day. She let her heavy lids end the seeking. She filled her lungs: slow, steady, and deep. Exhaling tangled tension and rooted …

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Connected Roots

Golden petals burst from a winding stem, sprang forth from a seed, that wound its way into dry desert dirt. Planted in soil, not of its native origin. Reflective tears burst from the one standing in Sonoran dirt, flowing from a realization, that they are similar, she and the foreign bloom. Rooted in soil, not …

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Your Morning Glow (audio poem)

Your Morning Glow (audio poem) Toward you, my eyes are fixed Toward you, my hands extend Alone in the dark, I wait, I rest my tired eyes You change and disappear, but on you, I can always depend Eyes still closed, but the third one knows – You have arrived Many things come between us …

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Under a Sapphire Sky (audio poem)

"Under a Sapphire Sky" Return, I did From the mountain top Bringing all of me, I did not Before the sapphire sky gave Forth its cool afternoon rains A gust of freshness did sway Around my limbs, it wrapped Cool wind and hot skin, we danced Head tilted back and body relaxed One more glimpse …

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A Forgotten Field and A Poet’s Curse

Poet’s Curse What a gift it is to view this world through a poet’s lens, to feel the morning wind, and then spend the afternoon penning just the right words to describe the windy lines. Stealing an hour to describe a sensation that blew away. Never being able to turn off the thoughts seeping through …

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The Seen and Unseen that Moves all Things

Love is the theme this week. Not just the romantic connection felt between two, but the mysterious force that moves all things into being. The rhythm of life, everywhere can be seen from the tiniest seeds, to the tallest of trees from the deepest depths, to the highest peak The invisible and pulsing omnipotent force …

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In Balance and Beauty, I want to Believe

Symmetry and perfect vision are writing themes that began my year – represented by four numbers that appeared, when 2019 rang a final chime. Four numbers, marking a new decade, that I have written several times. I write the first two familiar digits, then my fingers hesitate. Holding my pen, or resting on keys, my …

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