(I penned the following poem on the occasion of my son and daughter-in law’s recent wedding celebration. To read more about the ceremony, visit :
Momma never taught me to respect myself, to value my femininity; she said: Boys will be boys, and girls, I heard, are entertainment, but I
While babes slumber, calm, unconscious, dreamers manifest Goddess power – pray for their ill, harness a creator an ancient dwelling (ignore the presence of trios
Glue, she mutters, massive locks of blonde hair, piled atop her head mysteriously held in place despite the breeziness of her top-down sports. Not even
(Note: This is an edited version of the poem Self-Delusion, originally written in May of 2014. The imagery was inspired by a dream of a
Eager, I am, but limited, somehow stuck in the past, revisiting old disruptions – as unmanageable as before – Why do I seek validation there?