Writer’s Block

“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”

Memory of Pink Faded Clouds

The early November skybefore sunrise is untouchable.It’s quiet but fierce, wantingto burst into the daybut takes a moment to breathe.I drive east. I watch the darkblue grow lighterpops of yellow appearbelow the horizon,as though the sun is ripping throughthe universe, through the land and sky,to say good morning, hello.Music plays, it’s too early tocomprehend aContinue reading “Memory of Pink Faded Clouds”

These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around

We only accept change after its happened.We live amongst each other,keeping our space while still acknowledging we share the same air whether we like it or not.The less we knew, the less we continued to care.We cared until we moved on to other things. It happened gradually over a year or two.The obsessions we hadContinue reading “These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around”

Ocean View

I take the ocean view homeLess people, no stop lightsMost nights, the coast is darkLike a stage play in-between actsExcept on nights like thisWhere the moon is fullAnd the view is stunningly clearIn the particular light The clouds hover over the waterLike puffs of smokeThe salt water mirrors the sky onlyWaves adding ripples to theContinue reading “Ocean View”

Message From the Sea

Look out when you get the chanceUntil you can’t see me past the horizonOn sunny days in quiet seasonsI sit in my car by the sidewalkGlancing towards the infinite directionWaiting for time to passComing back to myselfLosing another moment to old habitsEach day is differentSome lessons have to be continually learnedMeeting myself with love, notContinue reading “Message From the Sea”

Grooves

Written on 11/15/2024 at 4:40 PMThe grooves we get intoShape who we areThe patterns we formThe cycles we continueChanging them takes patienceTry and try againYou only give up when you dieSo breathe in the salt airAnd chase the moonriseStay for the sunsetLook in awe at the portraitIn the sky not mindingThe cold air on yourContinue reading “Grooves”

The Tide Is Out

Once again, history repeatsLike clockwork I am 23 againFeeling rage at the realityOnly now I am 31 and unsureOf how this monumental shiftWill change us as humans.How I wasn’t listening,I was too busy looking the other wayTo see the water had gone out, again.The blue changes shade depending on The direction of the sun.I walkContinue reading “The Tide Is Out”