What I know for certain is that stillness can heal.

a new habit has appeared in my weekends: a casual saunter downtown, sunshine on skin, breeze through hair, weight of the week dispersing.

That I have to consistently put food & water in my body to survive is my biggest peeve of being human.

my third poetry collection, goosesong, is now available for purchase

Stream of consciousness: sometime in the time after I hit my head real hard, I promised myself to be unhinged as often as possible.

Can I really earn passive income from organizations that contribute to social injustice? The truth is uncomfortable.

Months ago, inspiration blessed me with the idea to re-labor a poem from my last self-published collection, creating a series of topics...

All the right spices for a maddening depression. Restorative however, is my belief that God redeems; makes Holy what was Horrible.

I worked too hard this week, am grieving my past relationship significantly right now, and am generally overwhelmed. God, help me. (He did).