I lay my head upon your chest
And our heartbeats sync
My mind quiets
As I slip into the comfort of our togetherness
You are the calm in the center of my storm
The anchor of my humanity

My sanity

Steeped in quiet
We coexist in a world of our creation

Partner parent lover mate

Love at times tinged with hate
Passion manifests as anger
A relationship that’s a work in progress; incomplete

Our messy chaotic masterpiece

Two melodies entwine to create our harmony
Words laced with laughter and sorrow whisper our eternity

Echoes of the future reverberate in me



I was born a warrior princess

Without a homeland, I wandered
for others out there just like me

Displaced in space and time
I spent lifetimes
On wine soaked shores
Yelling into the wind

Suffering modernity with a Druids heart
I yearn for a place to belong
No longer roaming the plains of my mind

Always working
to belong

My song a single lone scream into the darkness
Followed by eternal silence

summer’s haze

every now and then i smell a memory
bubble gum and summer sun
the feel of our hips touching
as we lay
side by side
in the warm grass
fingers entwined
sweat beading lightly along my spine
laughing and drinking and
doing so much more than thinking
our youth a shield to
real life worries
it seems so long ago
those sunny days
that passed into longing and sepia-tones
painted with nostalgia born of age
i long to sit in summer’s haze

tender lies

the pad of your thumb
and dry

it caresses my cheek
catches the edge
of my bottom lip 
softly you run the roughness
along its tenderness

I wait for your excuse

you lean in


a mixture of 

your kiss
the corner of my mouth
as I turn away 

I smell her in your hair
I hear her in your lies
I see her in your eyes

social media patriots

We all sit
In our individual trees
Social media glam monkees

Flinging thoughts across the galaxy
Never really caring if we are right or not
Contributing to the daily rot

The incivility of public life
Demanding respect but giving middle fingers back

Trump is the messiah 
We have wrought

May the founding fathers have mercy on America’s eternal soul 

Man made

A guy once told me that he couldn’t date me because I would become his obsession. I would consume him. His sense of self and worth. That I was too much druidess and not enough normal. That my mouth was temptation and he lacked willpower. Your eyes are liquid pools he said. I snorted in my beer as he ran his hand thru my aquanetted hair. He made it sound like his failings were my fault.

He made me believe it too. 

My Jade Plant has Died

It died from the wrong kind of care
the kind that inflicted too much pain
that made life intolerable

It sits
wilted and judgmental
in a white ceramic tray
set on a jaunty angle at
the far end of my dresser so
it can bask in the afternoon sun
that it no longer feels

My Jade Plant has died

The birth of possibilities 

I climb inside my mind
to hide, to run
from all the lights

Bright and blinding
So confining

I relish solitude

The peaceful rantings of my
unmade mind

Subtle and confounding
They surround me with gossamer nets of happier times

I am me

Out of mind I cease to be

I am assaulted by the world

So I retreat

Craving the womb
at the center of my mind
where my ideas live or die

and I reside
a god inside
my mind
a joy ride
of infiite

in god’s name

i’m weary of people dying – in god’s name
i’m weary of living in fear – in god’s name
i’m weary of children murdered – in god’s name
i’m weary of mutilated women – in god’s name
i’m weary of profit – in god’s name
i’m weary  – in god’s name

imagine then how God must feel