a peak inside the path i call mine.
Her Path Didn't Look like Anyone Else's.
short poems that dripped from my heart onto the page. quote pictures. writing about writing.
The Places the Poems Come From.
words that come up through the earth. all things green. the way trees and flowers speak through Her.
I Root Here.
There's Something about These Woods.
The Sweet Dew of Awareness.
the heat of transformation, transcendence, resistance, trauma, pain, blooming like we're meant to, and getting out of our own way.
The Fire Woman in the River.
words that cut like swords, to the hot bone of truth. the cure to denial. bravery. boundaries. no bullshit.
You are Not Here, but I can Hear Myself Again.
I'm Done Drowning in You.
Here you'll find poems that burn hot with the fuel of transformation.
The kind of words that wake us up
When we are just able to see
The way everything burns down
The way the ashes
Make soil fertile
For the fresh green of spring
To renew once again.
photo: Joshua Newtown, Unsplash.
the darkness, the light, the pain, the outright compassion & understanding, the fear, the vulnerability, the opening of this perfumed mystery called love...
A Meeting with my Muse.
I Will Never Forget that Knowing you is a Miracle.
I Want that Magic Again.
sex without guilt, pleasure, touching, ecstasy, bliss, the way God is woven into our flesh
Never Stop Kissing Me.
my love, the rising of the divine masculine, in sweet celebration of the men who show up.
Our Lips Meet at the Horizon.
A Meeting with My Muse.
resting between the peaks and valleys. unexpected sweetness. gentleness. the songs of radiant peace.
Letting the Goodness Spill in.
Joy is so Beautifully F*cking Vulnerable.