Tap Roots

I announced my intention as a poet at the age of 9.  The heart path of the poetic life contains all of life. My purpose then is to inhabit the moment with the surface volume and depth of a tap root. I understand this purpose to be essential and logical although perhaps outside the parlance of the everyday.  I do not know as much about limbs and branches, but roots, yes. The most subtle of possibility is in the stretch.

Friday Sky

Friday Sky

the Friday morning sky in Nashville calls me to practice

Un-different

Un-different

the morning in the life of a girl settled in a field

Meditation on Love

Meditation on Love

our separation is only incidental, not an expanding reality

This Creative Moment

This Creative Moment

Lying awake after midnight, I rest in my living body moving in time.

I Dream A Mama

I Dream A Mama

What if you dream up the mother that you need and let your blood mother off the hook?

My Mother's Chopin

My Mother's Chopin

Over the past 10 years, amidst other projects, degrees, business startups and family life,  I worked on the poem "Nancy Marguerite's Chopin."