climb with me

one step at a time

upon mossy walls that shan’t collide

with dreams this way find

this image was taken at the site of what remains of the Rosewell Plantation circa 1725. Capturing mother nature swallowing back what belongs to her has always been alluring to my lens. Finding the beauty and being tickled by the wind carrying remnants of life left behind inspires poetry.

purple haze

nestled on a blanket

flip flops tossed aside

kiddies about giggling

with ice cream smiles

the sky explodes

in hues of red

white and blue

my eyes though fixed

on the purple of my dress

dancing on you

sweet surrender

flowers and butterflies

…and other things that sate my soul

this image was taken in the summer of 2018 along the gardens of Thomas Jefferson’s home Monticello. Within the gardens many different varieties of flowers native from different parts of the country thrive. Many, like this flower, the cockscomb, captivated my senses with its unique shape and equally unique name.


the words take breath along her secret scroll

as moon gods sip soothingly upon a gorged soul


fermenting the chaos from a thousand eyes of day

til darkness hushes all, hearkening but one pair to stay


waning the tides of dark and of bright

battling there in eyes swelled in the stillness of night


trimming quite reluctantly unkept thoughts to the quick

burning burning burning down to midnight’s wick


all as moon gods unfold a heart’s silken stole

for words to take breath along her secret scroll


when i listen to you,

really listen

it’s as if i’m cupping the ancient sea

where the rush of calamity and peace call home

yet they know

they know their boundaries

where trepidation meets fortitude

and shake hands

and you,

all the while

with your torn sail

continue your odyssey