#me too

My response to the movement happening. I’m not on twitter or Facebook or any other media outlet other than this blog so… this is what I have to offer

Not a sob story but a reminder that woman have been fighting this quietly for a long while, and Ani just… says things honestly

So here


Do You Need Love?

Im sorry but… no I’m not sorry

I do not apologize

This is a beautiful song, performed by two powerful woman and I cried ok? It was good for me. I remembered something I thought I forgot.


So here, it’s not poetry but it’s healthy


you’re welcome


Better than kale I promise

Backyard Reflections

IMG_0679Back yard reflections

Of a squirrel’s scolding

Or the painted crown moldings

My hands and knees black with earth


Wages paid in callouses

Long stretches of back road

Poetry, my heavy load

Each step a drum- beat rhythm


Alone, I was a mountain

Beaten by the wind

Growing thicker skin

Storm dancing, in solitude


Those are the moments that make you

With heart wide open, wanting

At all the world’s beauty flaunting

Leaping from your own peaks, to soar


A good place to learn your power

When silence begs introspection

Noting the fractal, the inflection

Teaching your ears to see and your eyes to paint


Yet I shall never return

To valleys of red cedar and pine

That passive state of mind

I would rather be a Tiger, than a Rose




*this was my view on the back porch today, and the reflections of the Lilly and the sky shimmering slightly with the wind made me… reflective.

I wrote this about my childhood in the Cascade Mountains of Washington

It Was Late In the Evening

An acute progression of time

Moments compressing in memory until…

Only impression remains


The ghost of a name

A lifetime confounded by pathways


Made in the darkness, when you believed

In your own light


How silence became a challenge

To speak your mind to the wind


How has it come to pass

That one who’s bare foot was knowing in the moss

Now at a loss

For a scent to follow?


A snake mayhap, though once a tiger

Still I move amoungst the grass

Knowing in my age, my page

The Hunt is in my breath


It’s not my poetry that whispers, it is the wind

Inside me

When a flower blooms, my petals unfold

I feed the hungry bees who come to glut

They in turn pollinate the blooms of another

As they flit out across the luscious, intercontinental web of meadows

Of WordPress-

As if one could press, squeeze the fruits of my knowledge

Into a simple post



I am not so easily quaffed



I offer this stream to you

Of consciousness flowing clear and true

To sip and wash the salt away

From the ocean of apathy you keep at bay



Coming Home

The bones ache with Autumn this time of year

I creak like two old trees rubbing together

At my feet lay the year’s growth I have casually cast aside

It rustles like pages unwritten in my memory

For I am a tree questing roots into the nameless

Sipping upon waters deep as a mountain

I taste starlight in my inhales of solace

And Terra in my whispers of song


I am a moment captured

Suspended in the fractal of a crystal or

Ethereal poem of epiphany


I am the Truth and I am the Seeker

I am one more link in the chain of millions

All breathing in this moment with me


And I am content

Sea Of lies


In all this turbulent



Pulling violently hither and yon

Is the pool of thought still enough

For me to SEE myself?



As these waters so agitated

Assault my jagged edges

Am I worn smooth

Or merely

Worn down?


Prowling in the deep

I have seen sharks

Silver flashing like a blade


And I wonder

For who are those knives intended?




This post is in reaction to the political shit show currently hitting the fan. I refuse to elaborate enough has been said already.

I apologize for being absent on my blog lately it has been hard for me to find that space.

A Letter From Your Little Sister

In the back of our minds, we knew a storm was coming
We could feel it on our skin, the oily charge of tension

It made our hair stand on end

We shuddered in the darkness and stocked our cupboards
We noted all the exits and mountain passes of egress
Sharpening the blade of our instincts on a whetstone of media
We could see in each other’s eyes how we were becoming feral

It was inevitable as a drawn bow
Our fawning nature begged
For an arrowhead

As clouds gathered, we dispersed
Desperately clutching to our meager pride
Divided we fell, to the Fear Monger of False Rhetoric

Where now is our loyalty to Lady Liberty?
Will she carry her torch alone through the storm?
What of her tired, her hungry, her poor
Those seeking asylum and freedom from tyranny?

We the People have no color, we have only unity

No longer will I sit silent, demure
Well trained never to speak of things bigger than I
For I am a nation
Unto myself
Beholden to my neighbors
My brothers and sisters, aunties and uncles
Those ancestors I buried all over this world

My voice alone belongs to me
And I will not be silenced by a tide of opposition
No matter how it seeks to drown me

So cheers to my family, whatever race you may be
I drink a toast to our pursuit of love and freedom
It is a rocky road we travel
But I will give you shelter from this storm
If we meet upon my road