My little car winds along an open road that cuts through a mountain range with the curvy playfulness of a river. Cotton candy skies have...

Periwinkle and golden orange. Crisp as a golden delicious. Smells like new notebooks, Fresh markers, postered hallways. Gleams like...

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...

The other night I drank a mule with you In the warm glow of a lonely wooden bar On a funny triangular corner Down my street, Strung with...

​A selection of poems about the mischievous and delightful moments that spring from the influence of a glass of wine or a sip of whiskey....

This just published in Bella Grace magazine! The wet sand spits beneath my feet, as I walk along the shoreline of a sunset beach. Warm...

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...