Friday, July 22, 2016


I'm moving the entire collection over to Autumn's Twilight

I hope to see you there.

And don't forget, I post frequently on G+  so stop by and say hello.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016


O’why shall a few good words drop
From chiseled lips 
Create such a stir 
In the soul of the forsworn? 

You, my good Sir
Have create a storm
Upon placid waters.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Fallen Angel

No on tells how hard it is,
falling from heaven.
Ripped away from all that Glory
falling down in dusky lands
full of life
and equally full of death.

No one tells how hard it is,
to choose to fall, 
to leave it all behind.
No one tells why. 

No one tells why
the angel fell. 
What temptation could mortal life be?
What the taste of love could do?

No one tells.
No one knows where the angels fell.
No one knows the angels that walk among us. 
No one knows how hard it is to be apart from Glory.

Fallen angels know. 
Oh, they know. 
They know how sweet love is.
They know,
Oh, they know. 

No one tells how hard it is,
to stand apart.
Separated from Glory
for the sake of love.

Oh, they know.
Oh, they know.

Traveling Through North Carolina

you were with me as I traveled.
Down long roads
as blacktop speed by
You were with me. 

My thoughts turned towards you
as iron to a lodestone.
I smiled. 

Drawing in deep, hard
looking to find cool water emotions
only to find a boiling cauldron 
carefully I picked them out.

Wetting each with soft rose petals,
Took aim and left rain pink fluffiness 
and felt you rise up. Buffered. 
Shelled. Hard. Against me. 

Cracks appear in me yet I pull deep.
Finding every little shadow hiding pink,
I pull and braid these threads, tattered and torn.
I snip and tear and fill up my cup.

With a wide sweeping toss, I laugh
as pink glitter rains down. 
May your heart be filled.
Receive the love so freely given. 
So hard won. 

What is Innocence?

What is Innocence?

I own all the roses. Did you know that? Guess not. It was something I decided long long ago. They used to make me smile. Until they made me cry. 

I had given my roses away. I wept bitter tears of memories, of lost things, things that never were, hopes abandoned. I turned my eyes away hiding from them. They haunted me deeply.

One morn I found myself in a field of roses. I could not hide from them. I choose to look, to stop and I considered my choices. I took back my roses. Now I can look at them without weeping. I appreciate them once more. I stop and smell the heavenly scent. 

It is different now when I look at them. We all deserve love, each and every one of us. Even when the thorns prick us and tear our skin. 

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Happy Father's Day

magic moment changes a life time of choices
hearts beat as one, for a moment, fast 
is the number of perfection, chaos living 

magic moment 
changes all things
What is spilt becomes living 
what is living but love

What is love

Curl up this little bit of chaos 
deep deep in the heart
nurture and train
see breathing living 
Hold and cherish

Love immortal 

Happy Father's Day 

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Time Runner

I dare the Universe
with my presence.
I run headlong into the wind.
I fight the headwaters. 

Sweep me away in the floods 
is not my fate.

Lay down and rest, not my goal. 

I strive forward. 
Battle harden, I am.
Raise my shield arm high
Lunging into the fray of life. 

Against the flow.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016


Why do roses make me weep?
Each petal a promise
soft and fragile,

Autumn took it all away.
Now petals
make me weep
soft dew drops.


All I can feel is 
on the jagged edges of my soul.

Monday, June 6, 2016


How have the hands that have molded me, created me
Left just an indelible mark on me?

In me, I see it.
I feel it.
If only I could rub my fingers across
His signature.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016


My wants, your wants, my wants, your wants.
Talking past each other;
Agreements made, agreements broken
Truth is a lie. The lie is the truth.
Upside down, inverted and confused.
Frozen water stacked like blocks.
Built up walls, towers, icebergs
scraping the sky.

Breaking floodwaters:
Sweeping past, dragging everything
Ripping roots out of riverbanks
tearing the sweet soil right out
and washing it to sea.

It was just a rain dance
not a deluge dance.
Who cares?
It's water.
Too much, too fast, freezing

You know what's rather curious?
My utter lack of willingness.
I am unsure which causes the regrets,
the death of a dream or allowing it to die.

Where is the lie?
Where is the truth?
This decoder ring doesn't help.
I can't tell the difference
It's not written in crayon.

Push me, Push you, Bite me, Bite you
This wasn't real.
You never held up the mirror to my sorrows.
Let me drown in my own fears, consumed, gasping.
My hands never wavered under the water.
I never drowned.

Wasn't a hurricane of rage.
Just a squall.
what a lie, can't you see it?
I'm blind.

Everything I hear is true.
Real and now.
Even if it wasn't written in crayon.
Every thought, every possibility
equally true and real.

This decoder ring wasn't working.
Not sure it's working now.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Ghostly Whispers

Darling, come here.
Sit on Mother’s lap.
Let me tell you a secret-
I can see.

Yes, my eyes are blind.
My hearing is sharp.
The pen scratches against paper.
And the interplay between heartbeats.

From winter to summer
I’ve heard your heart in
The background of his.
I knew.

Close your eyes my daughter
And listen.
Can you see it now?

Choices have consequences.
I chose and now I see;
Blind thought I be.

There is another

Moving On

Opening her fingers
letting fall like rose petals
 little words
"Fuck You"
spilling onto the ground

Saltwater rains down
staining pavement

The petals have dried:
crispy, salted, stained.

Choices are hard.
Knowing which way to go
Mercy comes not easy to her.

May you always be known--for what you are:
O'fisher of dreams, Dreamwalker, hunter of innocence.

There is a fine line between hate and love.
I love to hate you.
I hate to love you.

Mercy is not easy
as the rains fall.