When the power goes off   in the mountains we snuggled close, letting the electricity of bodies light up  the room brighter  than any fire...

I took your words as  promises, as plans,  but they were just possibilities  — April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem 

Catching up with you is  like catching butterflies elusive and brief but beautiful  __ April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem 

is it just a quirk in the system that those who are dying on the frontlines of injustice across our country are mostly black and brown...

There might be dark forces currently at play but there is also light -- April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 5: purpose

"Oh, you're a smart girl," he said, as if I was somehow less attractive because of my intelligence. "I guess so,...

the crows outside my window know I feed my dog at 8 a.m. every morning they show up to nibble the leftover kibble and laugh at the g...

He struck like lightening,  brilliant and  faster than the blink  of an eye blackening  silently  before the thunderclap 

I worship at your altar drunk on our communion --- April PAD Day 24 - faith

The death begins when you simply walk into the room First, you steal my breath Then my thoughts and all my senses The rigormortis o...

I stopped searching for happiness and chose joy instead -- November PAD Day 6 - happy now

You rode into the sunset disappearing behind a horizon of your own making I the steadfast sun and you the earth turning ever away from...

I never sent the letters I wrote you turns out that the scribbled words were really more for me than for you -- November PAD Day ...