La pioggia stilla The rain drips|trickles … La pioggia scivola The rain slides|glides … La pioggia cade lieve The rain falls softly …. La pioggia sussurra The rain whispers … La pioggia sussurra alla finestra The rain whispers at the window Ahhhhh Vivi nella bellezza Live in beauty … I’m learning Italian. My mind is […]
Silence When everything is a mess Silence When it all shatters in your hands Silence Holds everything together Until reality takes over again Silence Is where God waits Silence Is where thinking ends And if you Just Descend Heart open Mouth closed Mind floating Silence Is Where it all begins again
Humans We think that if we carefully contain ourselves Inside our scant and small stretched hides That we will not be judged Cursed with criticism And if we do the “right” thing We shall abide in that all encompassing comfortable thing Called acceptance But I have discovered we are not made for acceptance Such a […]
The revolution of a spiral. A circle. The wind-chime sound of movement. If all we are doing is constantly changing, who are we to claim authenticity? What does authenticity resemble when the self is disassembling daily? Somewhere in all the motion — the incomplete decisions, the conflicting inner opinions — is a small, anchored “I.” […]
Cradling the warm bowl of soup I sip palms tingle as I hug the bowl Heated liquid slides down my throat and starbursts fill my chest All I have I offer to you and my hands are no less warm my heart no less heated for what is shared becomes multiplied *Care is more than […]
I’m writing as my personal self on Instagram again. As writers, we have an audience — but not all audiences are the same. When I’m writing to the WordPress community, I come as I am. I always have. The fact that other people outside of WP can see what I write in my slippers and […]
If you don’t love what you make You won’t look after it when times are tough Imagine if you gave birth to your children And didn’t love them Didn’t love them like you would die in their place In a second Without a thought Not an inkling of hesitation Imagine what would happen to them […]
The Winton Writers Festival is drawing to a close. Some have already left. Some are off exploring dinosaurs or sitting quietly with new books and thoughts. There were sunset drinks and final conversations, photos taken in golden light, and that strange sense of holding something while it’s still happening — knowing it’s about to become […]
A dog digging a hole is happy Sometimes they are digging to bury a bone Or investigate a noise Lost in the digging they avoid all thought other than I Am Digging But when they surface happily panting A little wild eyed Is when the reality arrives And they wonder if perhaps that great and […]
The Bridge I’ve Been Building I’ve been walking toward this for a long time. For me, writing poetry has never been about craft or output.It’s about return.It’s how I come back to myself when the world — or my own patterns — have carried me too far away. I was thinking about it this morning […]
