MEET SUMMER – UNDER THE SUMMER SUN

Summer was born on the hottest day of the year in a field of weeds in the middle of a family reunion. She is like a weed in so many ways. She embodies growth, freedom, and colorful rebellion. She doesn’t wait for permission to belong she just grows into the spaces she wants to be…

BIG DREAMS

I haven’t been here much because I’ve been dreaming big. And I don’t mean passive dreaming. I mean the kind that keeps you awake at night. The kind where you’re learning, creating, solving, and staying up late chasing something beautiful that doesn’t quite exist yet. Trying to bring dreams to life is hard and passionate…

WHAT’S LEFT

The bleary comes To meet the weepy Before sitting down Next to sleepy So I try to find A place to rest Where peace And calm exist But all to often Moody comes With sad To steal Whatever’s left

BALANCING THE WORLD

There are a few things I’ve learned in my 54 years of life. I feel like I should have learned more but I got a few truths I live by. 1- If someone doesn’t love you or like you don’t spend energy trying to change that. The only exception is if there was once love…

MAGIC TORCHES

I was thinking about friendships and relationships and how I gravitate to those who aren’t afraid to carry light into the deepest darks. Those who aren’t afraid of tears. Who help you back up when you have no strength left. People who help you fight the lies and hunt for truth. I fell in love…

Identity Crisis

Identity changes Melts and freezes Speeds up Then slows Like breath Fogging windows Like rain Catching fire Like milk Becoming bitter Like smiles Stuck like Velcro A robot lost Programming Deleted Identity changes Until I find me Yet again

LIMBO

Lost inside empty aisles Fairy tales disguised As hopes and dreams Full sentences ended Punctuation’s hanging I feel like spring Like the smell of rain I feel like autumn Like promises of snow I feel like I’m waiting Inside the anticipation Inside the creating I’m the word In between thoughts I’m the journey Waiting to…

IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT

I’ve followed myself Down the quiet hallways Snuck up behind myself When shrouded in night And it’s unsettling That perspective The apart and away That strips off The emotional brain That undresses The remembering And peels off All the experiencing Because what’s left Is just a shadow Sneaking down Quiet hallways In the middle of…

BUSY BRAINS

I wake up dangling Spinning as a spider Caught in the wind There is no up Down is everywhere To fall is to die To let go suicide So you spin And spin And spin Until the ground Finds your feet And you can finally Finally Finally Fall back to sleep