one hundred love sonnets xvii : a poem by pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain obscure things,secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carriesthe light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,and thanks to your loveContinue reading “one hundred love sonnets xvii : a poem by pablo Neruda”

Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee: Spoken Word, Emily Bronte

I fell in love with the worlds the Bronte sisters painted in my youth. Emily Bronte however easily became a favorite with her poetry and I have found myself decades later still turning to her words on those days when inspiration fails me or simply to connect again with what I found a kindred soul.Continue reading “Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee: Spoken Word, Emily Bronte”

Alone: Edgar Allan Poe -a spoken word poem

After starting my YouTube channel where I have begun reciting my poetry, I found it disheartening to discover not many videos exist of women reciting a favorite, Edgar Allan Poe. So I thought I’d like to give it a try. I have read him since I was thirteen years old but never have I daredContinue reading “Alone: Edgar Allan Poe -a spoken word poem”

Getting Over You- Being A Teen, Interracial and Gay

I am so pleased and honored to share the debut collection of poems by someone I have watched grow in to the young adult he is today. Coming into my family’s life by way of my daughter, I have known Louis (his pen name) since the age of eight and have watched him grow intoContinue reading “Getting Over You- Being A Teen, Interracial and Gay”

remnants of a storm

  Hugs   surprise hugs that steal the breath away, catching you off guard, leaving you in dismay.   a warm hug that makes you feel grown, like finishing a long trip and returning to a holiday home.   family hugs that are hard to bear, hard to get away from it’s like you’re caughtContinue reading “remnants of a storm”


William Ernest Henley 1849-1903 Out of the night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance       My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond thisContinue reading “Invictus-“