Unpredictable

Fate is an unpredictable mistress. She paints a world of shadows. I stood against her and her tides of despair. Fanning the fields of hope, realizing that she was a joke, that I was the joke. Painted faces reflect in the mirror, a golden man lie on my shore His cascading smile, iridescent liquid pearls bleed across my breast. No elbow room at his feeding trough. Ironing wrinkled fields of disenchantment. Writing notes of the joke which is she. StoriesRead more

Good Friday 

Easter weekend has arrived. It is a gorgeous spring day here in Southwest Michigan and I am taking advantage of it. I love to be outside in nature which is soothing to the soul. This weekend I am working on a little deck project. Healing comes in many different ways which I discovered on my journey as a healer. I like to do things in the spur of the moment and today I decided I would drive to Home DepotRead more

Poetry Cafe

If I were to write a little story about the man, it would start a little something like this: He stood behind the microphone his poetry smooth, his smile opalescent pearls of liquid white gleamed as his eyes caught mine, his magic had caught me. In this moment I knew that this man, this tall dark and handsome was for me as his velvety words rolled off his tongue straight into my heart.Read more

This Man

September 2016 I said the eyes are the window to the soul. He said baby, come get freaky with me. Be free baby and set your heart free with me he whispered to my soul. Let me be your first come get your freak on with me. Just be free baby, be free.  Read more

A Letter to My Daughters

May you always keep your head up. Be free, be yourself, be spontaneous, have fun, show yourself to the world – all of you, leave nothing hidden and remember to laugh because laughter is food for the soul. Never let go of that wild woman who resides deep inside of you. Stay true to you.Read more

Fly

  One wing broken. A little token of words spoken. Remnants from a heart broken. Attempts to fly in vain. Dragged down by the pain. Struggle to regain. The roué pretentious. Machination on the sly. The sword of truth lay on the path To Sever what’s broken Balance regained. One wing remained The Moon whispers faith. The Sun promises hope. The Stars inspire dreams With all three in hand A chance is taken. Recovery of flight without fright. Strength restored,Read more

The Bear

   For years the bear lay sleeping inside her.  She was fire she was ice. Living on the border between this world  and the next.  She was love when love seemed lost, she  was freedom.  Her fierceness lay subdued. Then she met a man who broke her heart  wide open. Words so sweet he could turn  black into white.  He was smooth he was liquid, he was  Mercury.  He sang songs only her heart could hear. This man was intoxicating,Read more