selflove / writing

much

the truth is these days are so deliciously full when I sit out to think about words to capture it all there is no language for this just like there is no real language that can ever capture love and all it’s many forms or hate (for that matter) you know what it is by the way it makes you […]

selflove / writing

accept the passion

it is what saves you let it burn as fast or as softly as your voice yearns call out to it if you need to let it be a tossing bowl of emotions and desires fighting wildly in the streets of your heart it will sigh and dance unhinged and unashamed bowing to the sun caressing the sigh of the […]

creative practice / writing

hot nectar

Love is a mysterious thing 44 minutes and the soup is done Sunlight piercing red hibiscus juice Holding onto the rose bush with pierced Hands If only you  Could stop Listening at the door Of time and  Other people‚Äôs  Head Maybe you would be Still like this morning chickadees Again Dancing on the branches that belong to the Wind Knowing […]