This might seem odd to you, but it makes sense to me.

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

I can’t decide if continuing to attend church is brave and essential to my eternal spiritual welfare, or masochistic and twisting metaphoric

Today's wildflower is reclamation; the sacred work of detaching from harmful energies through realignment with our soul & purpose.

A poetry form is of sacred importance. The 'eastann' gives voice to the complexities of humanity, environment, and the Divine.

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