summit

      creosote. clouds. communion. communion. it happens, on a mountain. a mountain: “a large natural elevation of the earth’s surface rising abruptly from the surrounding level; a large steep hill; remoteness, inaccessibility; a large pile or quantity...

city speaks

  i love me a good city. i love me a good city stroll, even more. i really, really do. how the sounds crack me open and echo the noise in my mind. how the smells speak to me in story and reach down deep into the gut of familiarity. people and potion and worlds...

while unfolding.

while unfolding. Sometimes we just want to curl up into the fetal position and sleep, right?  We long to be ushered into lands without maps by single dreams that won’t let us down.  A stream that won’t let us go.  It feels nice that way.  Gentle.  Easy as a breeze....

want.

  Warrior up. I know what it means to chase and fight. I know what a blood battle feels like. This mind has already met its darkest night. This soul has been walking the earth for more than one life. This body? This body has made life and then birthed it and fed...

i am not confused.

I don’t know much. but, what I do know. I am mother. I am not confused about this. let me be clear. I conceived and expanded and moaned to birth and took my three children in my arms, from body to breast and from there…raised up. sleepless nights and...

possible

my quiet nights are the savory ones. I can often sink into a particular inspiration when there is nothing but silence, a pen and paper. this is often where I remember. it’s in these empty minutes where I find fluid inspiration. it comes in flirtatious grazes at...