A short poem about why I’m pretty terrible at poker, or anything else where I have to hide what I’m thinking and feeling most of the time. It’s difficult and painful to feel so easily …
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New poem, “Onion Skin”
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New poem, “Safe”
This is about something I think everyone wants to feel or have (especially these days), and the small ways in which I so often identify with my fellow living creatures.
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New poem, “Lightkeeper”
This is a poem for one of my dearest friends, who believes that the role and responsibility for some of in this world is simply to be a quiet ray of light and hope for …
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New poem, “Mother’s Tongue”
“Mother’s Tongue” – with some help, I’ve been coming to understand how such a big part of my own story is the result of trying to retell one of the most difficult ones I witnessed …
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At a crossroads: Where do I go from here?
Nursing was always supposed to be plan B. But since I became an RN fourteen years ago, it’s always been plan A. You can’t work as a nurse and not have so much of your life become about that.
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Putting it down in print
It is always good to be inspired, I think, to find something new (or old) that gets the creative spark going again...
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New poem, “Holding Faith”
I’ve been thinking about how everything in existence has an opposite, and how I believe that must include the larger, cosmic, and spiritual forces at work all around us.
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New poem, “Signaling”
I’ve been struggling with some tough personal issues lately, and I’m so grateful for my friends and the people who care about me, for being there to help or just listen when I needed it …
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New poem, “Long for September”
I was thinking back to my childhood, when (much like now) August was a month I never much enjoyed. It signaled returning soon to school, yes, but for me was much more of a weather-related …
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New poem, “Waking”
There are some wonderful things about getting up at the crack of dawn. Especially in the craziness of the world today, those early hours can be a welcome respite, and surprisingly peaceful.
