What Leaving Religion Taught Me About Sex and Love

Overcoming religious shame.

How to Talk Yourself out of Contacting Your Former Spouse

When you feel the urge to reach out, but…

I Am Not Jennifer Aniston

And life is not a rom-com.

My Roommate’s Cat Is Teaching Me About Vulnerability

Bad Behavior’s Brighter Side: A Lesson I Learned About Love

Every one of us gets a psychological…

The Reason Why Dads Should Teach Their Kids How To Ride A Bike

Long Lost, Still Fresh Grief

My first experience of grief might have been losing the guinea pigs that escaped from a cage my dad built…

I’m Not His Mom, But I Love Him Like My Own

This is becoming a mother to a child that’s not my own…

Say A Prayer for Love

POETRY SUNDAY … Say a prayer for loves broken by life

To the One Who Wants to Love Me

or who would want to try

Rangrez

O Rangez of me
O Rangrez of me

Multiple Tango

If I were on my own stage, in my own choreography, getting ready for the show,

A Warmth of Midsummer Night

You would never sleep alone

skinny dipping

poetry sunday

I want so badly to delve deep into your waters

Our Opera

Poetry Sunday

You knew me 
before words,
when love was tender rocking
to the humming 
of lullabies.

Houston, Brooklyn

Poetry Sunday

I cherish you.

Shattered Dreams and New Beginnings

Poetry Sunday

Love Me Freely

A poem on the invoicing ex partners

The Mistake of Goodbye

The emptiness of missing you, of the gap in my soul,
that you have left.
For, I know I was blessed.

The emptiness of missing you,

La Tormenta

Poetry Sunday, for David

I: Lost

Pink

Sipping pina colada, thinking of our will to power as an emotional pinata. The love of pink, it…

The Thing That Hides in Eye-Wrinkles (poem)

It’s the thing I feel when a warm hand takes mine.

Duplicitous Lover

A Poem

Oh, how you fooled me
Duplicitous Lover
Lover of all things
Pure and naive

unheard

Poetry Sunday

You laugh reassuringly, tell me you’re fine.
It’s clear that you’re not, even over this line…

Maps

What are maps but man-made interpretations
a documentation
of where we suppose we’ve been
An illustration of mountains
of memories

Dream is what?

spoken word included

Scared From My Own

Shadow

Times when the door knocks — 
yet you cannot hear or feel anything
the sky feels dark
the…

The Thing About Love Is

Poetry Sunday

Solo

I can no longer hide
in the shade of your shadow
holding your darkness 
to stay and watch you…

…and I Missed Your Coming

Poetry

Subtle Shift

There is a path that offers a way of life

The Garden

Hands on hips surveying growth
Kneeling, planting hopeful seeds 
Tugging invasive weeds, thoughts 
Dark stains beneath my fingernails

A Hole in the Sand

The holes we dug in the sand,
Do they still sit there like craters in a foreign land
Can they still hold our marbles in their…

Haiku for the maimed XVIII

Mid-june memories
casting a double rainbow,
tears on black cotton.