Poem: On The Day I Knew

On the day I knew I was mad But still loved you Was the day I knew I was me Not my mom Not my dad Not my grandma or my teacher or my best friend or you or anyone else On that day I knew everything would be okay

In The Median

In the median of a two-lane highway and a two-lane riverDeath pauses for breath.Where were you before this?Did you sit on a cloud, playing a harp?Maybe you sat a harp playing a cloud.I, for one, was as busy thenAs you are now. In the eternal pause U-turns are requiredand the walls are paper thin.  We skim overContinue reading “In The Median”

What I know

I’ve always said, “If only knew what I don’t know, then I could learn it.” As an intuitive empath, I receive intuitive downloads as a matter of course. Explaining what I learn to the people around me…well, that’s a different matter. I recently wrote a poem about it. What I know What I know couldContinue reading “What I know”