Live Frugally. Travel Everywhere. Create Beauty. Capture Poetry.

We've been battered for millenia, maladaptive traits to live while the things that made us human from the world have been hid. In the gardens, on the beaches and from bluffs, we build a shrine to the truths that have been buried in the darkest parts of time. Break...

I lay my body down each night - the only peace I know. No matter where or what I fight, I never stand alone. Bruised and battered, weary, worn we weather all to rest and then with daylight’s shackles shorn we settle in to nest. Tomorrow, we will rise again and face an...

un homage à l'homme qui prends vie qui chantequi danse il n'a pas de peurvivre pour il sais qu'il etait créépour vivre c'est la vievivre bois, manges, savoure ce moment est ici et puis il passe comment ca goûte?

Once upon a time, you - only half yourself - waited wished that some 1 in 150 million white knights would fight through the acid swim the equivalent of 4-5 miles in 12-48 hours - choose the right and lose his comrades only to crack open your shell and become you...

Dark smoke pushes the light out of your body. I watch it go, wisp by wisp - every day, more clouds, more fog obscuring the sunshine. There are moments when I still see that reflective beauty of mirrored amplitude bouncing in your eyes and radiating outward, but I know...

There's a hole where you once were and maybe that's okay so they say - but I don't feel okay. Nobody knows how I feel today and every day when I wake. Where is the one who used to greet me? who sat beside me when blinds closed at day's end? My comfort friend -...

Part I I AM -- a weed. Forcing yellow head from infertile field, hearty in health, I heave myself forward from barren ground. Overkilled and underappreciated. Your trampling only toughens me. Gloria Gaynor's flower child - I will survive. Part II I AM -- a flower. I...

The princess spun in her dress, giggling as the white cotton fabric swung droplets onto her face. She stopped twirling - teetered, looking out at the endless stretch of blue. She had never realized that the sky was made of water or that it loved the land so much....

a tribute to Mr. Ronald Webb, the fifth grade teacher who opened my eyes to poetry and the power of knowledge and learning. This poem was written for a tribute party where hundreds of his former students came together to show their love for him when he was diagnosed...

I lost it in a moment became a strong proponent of a personal atonement, but all I found was the exponents of sin and then when I discovered the singed twin within me, there was no way to spin it - and my car collided with the hint of a guardrail, but that all pales...

I stand aloof - avoid your gaze but caught in the rays of your radiance. You shine in the distance, illuminating the distance, drawing MY distance like rouge on your cheeks. I beckon you nearer. Your face gathers in a warm embrace of kindred words. Emotions meld into...

Signs and Decisions flooded with light like the tide racing in. a young woman expected a whirr of wings. As she stood, a rumpled ball of feathers with the blood dripping slowly from its mouth burned in distress. Come she said I'm not going any more. You can tell them...

He fell like Eve to create life, but no dove dipped down to redeem me from his forbidden taste. Caught, spun, shattered glass visions of Godhood, grandeur, and gold-filled vain vessels. Life sprang from his fingers - chlorophyll green ropes that tangled and imprisoned...

I loved you when I met you - heart pounding as you led me on the first adventure these feet had ever run. Breath catching as you traced the constellations of my body and turned the stars to sun. And time and care and sex and love and work - more work than we could...

Creation only to lose. For naught. Not the art. Me. Every moment - a new disjointed self wakes to a world of old experiences. Hazily remembered. Accidentally forgotten. Recall. And sleep. Forget again.