Naturally Inclined (a poem)

Written years ago, by now. Still relevant. How time flies… for my love. Talking with you is Whispering into the wind: a thousand echoes come laughing back to me Spinning on a dirt devil of past personal secrets and inside jokes opening themselves like morning glories to the moon’s late melody. Though the story is…

as will you & I at dawn and dusk [a poem]

Maybe I was beautiful Once, behind the dust veil Lace dancing on the light Blessing the space our souls danced In the ballroom between our lips. I look over my shoulder at you, demure smile Mystery learned from your secret-keeping ways Will it hurt you to count the others that have waltzed here since you left…

New Publication

Recently received news that online journal Threeandahalfpoint9  decided to publish one of my shorts. Always grateful to have my work featured anywhere and felt this was a great start to the new year.   You can download a .pdf of the journal above to enjoy (rinse. repeat) alongside several other poets or check out my contribution…

Don’t Look Down [a poetic]

Don’t look down. I can feel my toes curl over the edge of the bed. Don’t look down, they say, so you’re not aware of how far you can fall but I can’t help but contort my neck to find that mischief glitter in your eyes when you catch me watching. I’m looking down but,…

microcosm [a poem]

One of the areas in which I have experienced extraordinary growth over the past few years, this last one in particular, is my spirituality. I grew up with a particular leaning towards favouring science, viewing it as though it were separate from all the rest of the concepts. As the rebel daughter of a Tarot reader,…

a haikai (hokku, haiku) and a brief lesson

A haikai is a series of haiku, set off on the theme of the opening haiku, the hokku. How quick and easy that was. (This reminder) (1.) Background of my phone, two lovers… he kisses her, she beams total joy. (2.) Forever tender; Always, they are suspended in love you can’t touch. (3.) The day…

How much of the future is in our hands?

Left with too much time to think (don’t get me wrong – I am loving what has become my five-day weekend, thank you, school district), I often revisit this question. Some days, I feel utterly in charge, like my mind is finally swinging in tandem with the universe’s energies and I was born for nothing…