Friday, May 5, 2017


I cried on my yoga mat this morning
All the love I've lost
My family
My home
Bridges I've burned
People I've hurt
Those who hurt me
And I realize
As if under water
My thinking is swimming
In a vast ocean of blue
That you
Reflect what I can't see
A mirror image 
Of all that is missing in me

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Ode to feeling bloated in the bath

Oh, chocolate covered potato chips
you naughty devil
you delightful coupling
of salty and sweet
firm and crisp yet creamy and smooth
you make my knees weak
but I can't help noticing
the way you make me feel
deep inside.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Mira Mar

Sometimes a memory will just unhinge me.  

For some reason I just thought about the name my Mom gave our homestead,

MiraMar Farm,

Means "Look at the Sea"

A reminder to look for the beauty, even when it seems distant.

Now lost entirely 

To someone else's memory.