My deep, centering breath pulls in dark smells of fog and fresh wood. I exhale and lay on my back, as I wrap my heart around what I know....

(Photo by Stephen Duncan) My absolute passion is performing. Being on stage. Especially through dance. It was never a question to me...

What is this second winter’s death? There’s no more reason to talk. But springtime pleads its loneliness. We’ll take another silent walk....

I don’t say it. I walk out the door, And pretend it isn’t happening. It is easier On the heart In the moment. But hurts deeper Later on,...

I don’t feel empty before you come. Only after you’ve gone. You improve my life, I realize in my new lonesomeness. In the same way, You...

The snow day. A sabbath day For a busy world That no longer rests on the weekends. The Lord covers the earth In a heavy white blanket...

The cold is more than my legs, sheathed only in tights beneath my dress, can bear. I feel my nose and cheeks get rosier with the kiss of...

The cold wind whips on my face, As I peek out the back window of the train, Into the depths of a never-ending winter. I smell the icy air...

Sometimes you can’t ignore it. Sometimes it is just there. Rain patters on the windows, As if to say “let me in From the darkness...

My boots clunk down a long empty city street – Asphalt discolored and weathered with age. My clothes rustle softly against each other,...