For years, I've been trying to decide how to tell the story of this immensely painful experience. Finally, I found a way - using the car that carried me through it.
Lady Liberty
Quicksand: A Mother’s Love
This poem is for every parent, everywhere, who’s ever felt powerless to the constant loop of fear and Love that keeps us fighting for our children and their future, daily.
Droplets
We all have our own Light to spread into this world, and I wrote these words about mine. I never thought I'd say this, but . . . I hope this poem makes you sick 😉
Snowfall Treefall
Last week, a night of short-lived snowfall resulted in the loss of our mighty Locust tree. While it may seem silly to some, I couldn't help but feel mournful and write about it....
Lunatic in Love
Have you ever Loved something that's just beyond your reach? So much it makes you feel crazy!? Let me walk you through those feelings with this poem.
The Fullest Cup
Every parent has a go-to story about their child that embarrasses them. My mom used to tell this one religiously, and I couldn't resist the chance to finally tell my version of it.
Fucking Shiva
This piece was written in my car as I sat parked under the full moon, reflecting on the amount of suffering in the world.
Meditation in Motion
A quick look at my FIRST public art installation, a poem I composed that spans across fifty feet of hall space at the local hospital . . .
Quit smoking…please.
You should know: this is a dark one. I held nothing back as I reflected on the life and death of my young Mother, who smoked herself into her own demise. This is all I could conjur up as I felt the weight of her loss on her birthday this year.
Rebirth
I wrote this piece over a decade ago, as part of a writing exercise. Yet somehow, it feels like it was created for this particular moment in time.
The Blitzy Fuss 