To be of the light That which ignites To this I aspire A gentle, tempered fire

Thank you, F, for encouraging me to share the pieces I hold closest to my chest I always thought In someone’s arms What burden What...

Life Is a clock Always ticking Away The front room's old Grandfather clock Tick Tock Rhythm play Time Construct-bound We are lost Until...

To challenge the scope of our perceived limits A morning ritual So many women Know so well: Am I too much? My mind A swinging pendulum:...

Poetry Never demanded To be perfect We just assumed Funny how Perfection deters pen And writer’s block blocks From starting again What we...