Snoring and skin
Black panther
Cut shorter
Warmer days
Left out
Climbing up
Institutions
Stewardship and tourism
Babies and why
Kindness and dependence
On guard

Just write
Terror
Desperation
Cycles of Pain
Restlessness
Chaos

How has it been 17 years?
Starting a family
Lust for comfort
Choosing or being chosen
Attracted to the exotic

Don’t let them prey upon your dreams
Too sheltered
Too exposed
Wanting to integrate

Keep me humble
Less about me

A silver-lined spiral
Perched up high in the nothingness of air
Obsessed with this image
I keep changing homes
In my dreams
Always new treasures, bigger rooms;
Signaling a better life is in store for me
But the toilets never work

Dry leaves cracking beneath my shoe
The heavy darkness of winter
Temptations of hibernation
But we keep on
Even though we are probably better off conserving energy for more fruitful times
The thrusting of rockets is a pattern engrained
An aggressive bet against a weak hand

Dripping
With your desire for me
Your juicy seeds
My ripeness
You consume me
Like it’s the last thing you’ll do
My body throbbing YES
A Male Female Male Female
infinity knot

The warm air surrounds me like a soup
As I zip through it
I penetrate the darkness a little further
Find another glorious edge
I can’t wait to tell everyone the story

Just as the joy crescendos
I hit a pack of tourists
No, zombies
The zombies are not hungry
I begin to understand murder
Recognize sanity in a vagabond

The wind blows away my murderous thoughts
And gratitude finds me a little further down the road
I am exactly where I wanted to be
And it’s oh so satisfying
Not even close to cold in the dark of night

I remember that I escaped the hard life
Through the strength of my endurance
I desired an easier path
More connection, more dependence, more abundance
I desired so much.

Leaving behind the gritting of teeth,
The raising of voices
The nails digging into flesh
The gleam of the butcher knife
The madness and folly of self determination

And jumped onto that roller coaster
Diving dangerously close to death
Spilling the change from my pockets
Leaving me breathless
Weightless, penniless
Completely dependent

Ready to receive
Ready to be a woman
Ready for a new life
Ready to love
Ready to manifest

Dark swirling
void from which everything beautiful is born,
Tell me your secrets.
I open myself to you
I spread my legs wide
And empty my mind
Forever hungry
for a meal i can never eat
how do we feel abundant when the greatest mysteries are kept from us
abundance must be a lie

The slow pace of the north made me restless
So much space for dreams to grow

i feel like a drain pipe
clogged with work
travel
family
and exhaustion

my poems can’t get through
the pressure is building

too many emotions
like inches of water
demanding to flow free
back to the ocean

A surprising lavender sunset
Reward for working late
Working calmly no matter the stimulus
Overload is like a gun to the forehead
Dying from the outside-in
The death a clue

Self-care
Pushing the boundaries then a surprise recovery day
Sneezing too loud in the atrium
Must be the vitamins
Or the purchase of them