The Path Forward

A lot of things happened in my professional and personal life last year- I distanced from close friends to begin boundaries I got my psoriasis diagnosed and began treatment. Still struggling with flare ups I carried weight of hurting family members who needed help, love, and forgiveness We said permanent goodbyes to those no longerContinue reading “The Path Forward”

What Burned First? – a piece of an epic poem in progress

Final Act – Oblivious Ode and Deaths Dirge “What burned first?” asked the Air to the Dirt. “Must have been man” interjected a falling Star. “The Earth coaxed the Wind on the embers like a Siren and blew Them across creation with fiery” the Dirt revealed. “But who started the fire?” The Atmosphere pleaded withContinue reading “What Burned First? – a piece of an epic poem in progress”

End-etic

yes, you While musing over the fourth book of the Words of the Seasons series (while I should be working on the third releasing first this summer) I can sit and reflect and be grateful for the ability to still complain. To still have time to complain, to sit, to muse, to wonder, to reflect,Continue reading “End-etic”

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In a Bell Jar at Sea

Living with Major Depressive Disorder – in Prose Poetry I slept many years now. Down the drain before I could stop it. You know those drives where you forget how you got there. This all happened so fast yet at such slow pace. The mirror shows the same eyes and same nose. Same plain faceContinue reading “In a Bell Jar at Sea”

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“Oh, Sunchilde: Summer Soliloquies” COMING THIS SUMMER!

“I wanna eat the sunshine like candy/ Get the/ Rays stuck between/ my teeth/ Hide behind the shine,/ come find me/ come find me, all me….” Construction of the Summer edition of my 4-part poetry series is underway! I cannot express how excited I am. I have spent much of my poetry “career” writing aboutContinue reading ““Oh, Sunchilde: Summer Soliloquies” COMING THIS SUMMER!”

Personal Poetic Sarcasm

Sometimes I have nothing to write. Sometimes writing is a burden. A passion sure…but an incredible weight. It is exposure. It is raw. Either you care, you don’t, you read it, or won’t. But it is intense to essentially say “Here- read my diary..” a diary of the pretty, the ugly, the grammar errors, theContinue reading “Personal Poetic Sarcasm”

Embracing the Backburner

Early this year I had decided I was going to publish four poetry collections, one themed for each season.  The winter and spring segments were easy in the sense that half, if not over half, of the content was already written or in the making of.  The summer and fall collections however were going toContinue reading “Embracing the Backburner”