The desert does not invite leisurely hand holding or carefree play, or bare feet splashing. Too many things that can poke an eye or peel back the skin. Those walking in the desert must listen, pay close attention, and step with care. No orange or red leaves to kick, crunch, or dive into. No soft …
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Deep Dive into the Center
Layers removed. What did cover and hide, now stripped away. Bare skin. Bare souls. All that remains. Free of all they held and all that held them back. Into the center, they dove. Into the center – transcendence attained. The center holds the space where hearts and souls aligned, match the rhythm of lapping waves. …
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 …
My Greatest Gift
I dreamed you before I met you. I loved you before I held you. Before I heard your heartbeat for the first time, before I felt your tiny legs flutter across my belly, and before I first looked into your artist’s eyes, your life gave mine a grander purpose, and an overwhelming desire to become …
A Poetry Recitation (video)
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 …
“A Tear and a Smile” (a tribute & audio poem)
Two passions become one when I listen to his words while looking through my lens at scenes found in natural settings. Natural details that he captured with an artist's eye and retold with a pen over one hundred years ago. Separated by time and distance, I am connected to him through his simple and direct …
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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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The last, at last (flash fiction)
The echo of music, laughter, clinking glasses, dancing feet, and crisp turned pages lingered in the room. The freshly painted walls were alive with angelic dancers, projected by flickering flames. Two figures on the balcony became one silhouette when he pulled her close. His soft kisses on the back of her neck were interrupted by …
Honeysuckle Heat (episode 3)
from (previous) Honeysuckle Heat… In their floating dream they remained until the first hint of morning burst over the distant mountains, causing them to dart from the water, grab their crumpled clothes, and sprint back to the house, laughing with each hurried step. Once inside, they fell onto his unmade bed, into each other’s arms, …
Spirit of the Land
"Love Poem" by Leslie Marmon Silko Rain smell comes with the wind out of the southwest. Smell of sand dunes tall grass glistening in the rain. Warm raindrops that fall easy (this woman) The summer is born. Smell of her breathing new life small gray toads on damp sand. (this woman) whispering to dark wide …
