New Blog Website!

Do you like surprises? After much anticipation (and impatience), I'm announcing my new blog website, Live Your Verb. Much more content and features will be added in the coming days, but there is plenty to check out now - so go take a look!

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Thank you to everyone who has been reading my blog - I am sincerely touched. I look forward to sharing much more of my writing with you, as well as other fun features I will now have space to post!

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Escape

Nothing can invade this nest, this sweet place where we are set apart from the rest of the world. There is only the sound of our breathing; no ticking clocks, no chorus of voices demanding an explanation, a definition. Just a tangle of limbs and white blankets, heavy with the surrender of sleep.

In my dreams we walk in faraway places, lush islands and cobblestone streets and snowy forests. We talk and laugh and lift our eyes toward the heavens, awed by the beauty of sapphire blue skies, ancient architecture, pine needles blanketed in snow. And this delicious freedom. And each other.

During the night I wake to the tap-tap of rain on the windows, still tangled up with you, and then I am cradled into sleep again, back to my dreams – back to you.

Love Poem for No One

Like the delicate bud of a flower,
I come to you in a slow unfolding
of carefully coiffed layers

white petals of skin
                                separate,
                 fall away,
slowly
                 cascade
                                to the ground,
                                collect at my
                                                         feet.

I stand here, bare
in my verses and freckles and
pictures of my penance,
for forgetting - before -

to live in
               the poetry
               the unknown,
               
for forgetting to take flight.

Now, with wings, with reminders,
I am ready to
                      love (maybe)

lightly
longingly

like a bird
nesting, flying, returning

free
        where I choose to be.

Autobiography of a W(e)ary Heart

I am a soft, frail structure

bowing with

the slightest breath

or scent of rain

I hold you

at arm's length,

an undecided protest,

a push and pull

 

to avoid soaking up

your steadfast, wanton ways

Like crepe paper

beneath toppled ink,

you will blot out

the texture

of this thin skin

 

 

 

- for The Knight