Posted in life, Poetry

[Of] Vines and Branches

The vines and the trees

Always convince me I need things,

like ice cream and

chicken wings…

I don’t.

Swinging with one,

swaying with the other;

Thinking’s hard done

with half-mast

and full glass.

Solace entwined

in the branches –

flowering through my mind.


03 April 2020
Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth


I spill forth my intentions,


mindful of the energy

my words move.

No matter where,

on crowded bus, in workspaces shared with others of brilliant mind,

In my own safe mental landscapes;

I am perpetually and almost obsessively aware

that even my quietest murmurings cause great stirs

in the cycles of

Universe and sky.

I speak my truths

to her honest mouth,

She replies with

fortune and with


And I pour this into

my soul’s own casks –

Into existence.

I am filled, I am…


And so it is,

And so what once was

it’s no more

than wisp and memory;

Ashes of past fire.

Tiny gifts, offerings to destiny,

are my intentions,


I manifest.

Posted in life, love, Poetry


I remember your lucidity

like my name;

I can never forget

how full of moxie

you once were…

Now, a shell

with traces of you deep within –

I’m trying to find the her I


She’s hiding from us,

but so dearly do we all miss

that quiet strength, that…

beautiful energy

that always told us

It will all always be alright.

I miss your mind, laughter, the soft caresses

of your work-worn hands.

Truly, I’d give almost anything

to have a conversation,

to hear you laugh…

Dementia has stolen that from us,

and as much as I want to hate it,


I still feel a certain rage

at all we can’t get back,

return to.

You’re still mine,

my heart and soul comes from you.

I just…

It hurts, and

I want my grandma

to just be,

the way you used to.