Connection
Slipping into my meditation, Anxiety tight in my chest, Depression in the periphery Waiting patiently for her turn, I ask: "What do I...
Black Moon
A poem began to form In my head With Cliche images of Me planting daisy seeds In my belly, Sprouting them in my ribs, And growing...
Crystalline
After a winter meditation, this poem wrote itself during the free-writing session that followed. Crystalline Snow is the perfect...
