By Appointment

Lotus Bend

Sitting at a higher vantage point I catch the light of the day turn to night, and then the dark return to dawn. Attention is brighter from this place above my …

Being Human poetry


You are a feather.  You are free.  You are a symphony.  You are a symphony.  I felt the resting of your featherweight love upon my chest. My heart.  You are …

Being Human poetry


There were once words.  A comfortable stringing together to make sense of what would otherwise be too chaotic. Over time a loss of these little stitches that thread comfort.  A …