Creatives

Creatives Artists are a lot like God They come up to a great nothing Blank and void and empty They begin to see They begin to draw They begin to paint Layers at a time At any given point You can hear the whispers from outside “What is that?” “That makes no sense” And the…

Pressing

Pressing I need to write — I’m not sure why All I want is to touch the sky Yet all I do is squirm through the earth I don’t want to hear all the caterpillar metaphors I see what happens to the earthworms Food for birds Drying out in the hot sun Dying on the…

Resilience

 Resilience Everything beautiful about you Has been cut to the ground The lines of the years now show on your face You feel like you are just one small disgrace In a great big universe of order and shadow But I see something I see where everyone thought you were dead Yet you are alive…

Daughters

This is dedicated to my daughters, who I am trying to raise so that they know they are loved, they are beautiful, and they are magnificently wondrous. They are a treasure simply because of who they are. This is for all the girls and women out there who need to hear that you are truly…