Poetry

On the Edge of Becoming

On the Edge of Becoming I’m on the edge of accomplishing something great. Of walking into the fullness of the vision. Here. I. Am. And all I need do next... is step. Right....

Wisdom of a Falling Leaf

As I was strolling down the sidewalk, meandering and daydreaming, I noticed one sole leaf release its grip on the branch it had always known as home, and twirling, cascading...

I Reap What I've Sown

It's the first day of fall, and with the shift in the season, comes the winds of change. I've been thinking about autumn and what harvest means in my life. So...

Home Becomes Poetic

I've been thinking about what makes a house a home... the people, the furniture, the neighborhood. All of these things contribute greatly. And, the single greatest element I think makes...

Elementary Identity

    "Sublime" is truly the word to describe this weekend. Going from one gathering to the next with like-minded, empathetic friends just made life so sweet. The Coffee &...

Life Design as Poetry Art this Autumn

If I were walking past a garden bed with no plant markers to tell me what lies under ground, how would I know what kind of seeds were planted there?...