I walk with her to the dream kingdom hand in hand, so soft. We meander past the honey makers, safe from their tiny swords. Yellow stars full of savory seeds, flowering tall in the afternoon sun, cast shadows on our heads. They long to have a voice here. The forest rises taller still, high branches swaying in the breeze. We…

Naked by the lake under summer trees Branches covered with broad leaves create shade to protect our pale skin Dresses discarded in the heat We jump into cool water, healing my fractured heart. Your cranberry lips are full of sweet surprises. Together we make patterns through the liquid glass, shoulders wet and hair shiny brushing the surface of passion…

This small jackpot is leaving me hungry- lovely but a snack- when we need a meal. How do we climb to a better vantage and pull things off the shelf, find things to satiate this hunger coming from my chest

I take my turn at the wheel of emotions watch is spin spin spin an intensity burning in my chest breasts catching my tears as they fall fall fall feeling stupid for feeling anything at all fighting my way free from the sticky spiderweb of the past tongue bitter in my mouth blood pulsing pulsing pulsing This is how it is to…

A childhood of praying to a man could not keep temptation away my feet are still dirty my hair, a tangled halo a curvy woman roaming the beach searching for the shells Aphrodite left behind I sit, attentive, at her side and listen as she whispers the secrets of the sea I learn the lessons she seeks to teach running…

See where the barramundi swim impatient in rough tidal waves that water, it recedes and leaves me I could give chase ah but no I will not step down to that level I know that she will return to this shore and bring new gifts to bless me

Its is not my plan to forage emotions to dig them up from the dirt of trauma and angst but there is no nectar to suckle even if my tongue is parched some of my memories are tumultuous crowding the air too thick others sneak in like ninjas all quiet feet and sharpened blades always on the verge of a…

Looking out the window restless heart dreaming of flying through the night sky I stand on tiptoe stretch my arms up high hoping to capture a reluctant star instead I must rock the baby fretting in his crib and coo to him a story of a sparkling ocean reflecting the dreams tale…

oceanic journey waves shatter against the hull we welcome the water catch the rainbow fish that fall into our laps gifts from the father of the sea there are nothing but storm clouds on the distant horizon line what a charming arrangement