This is Love

It’s not a fairytale. It’s better.

Speak Softly

Though I speak softly 
and sometimes fumble

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I Am Light

Let me in —

for I am light
falling every 
place that’s 
grown so 
dim and dark
and soon
this glow
lit by a 
timid…

I Am Made of Ghosts

I am 
made of ghosts — 
the small, wide-eyed girl
who clutched a juicy pear
and smiled for the camera
with ribbons in her…

Blessings

In peace, these blessings flow.
In stillness, we reflect and know
that we are not alone,
only separated by the mortal plane
that spans the…

Soft Whispering Kiss

a Tanka poem

Farewell

Farewell to bones 
that scatter in the wind
and limbs that bow 
and teeter on the brink.

Small Enough

I can never be 
quite small enough
to take up 
all the s p a c e 
that I require.

Remember

Remember when 
we laughed
in waves 
that started 
with our toes
and scrambled higher 
to our bellies
and still rose 
to suffuse breath and…