Welcome Home. {poetry}
Home… breaks our hearts into small pieces, so they can reassemble every night
And break again and again every morning, while our bodies, astonished, just watch in peace.
Strangers On A Train: Make Your Journeys Worthwhile.
When did we grow afraid of strangers? When did the popular wisdom for travelers shift from 'Trust the road and the good Samaritans who walk it' to 'Trust no one'? When did two strangers -- or four strangers -- talking on the train become the exception, rather than the rule?
The Way I Am. {poetry}
Let me die of heartache and be reborn by the magic of the sea
washed to shore in pieces but stronger than ever before
I’d rather be broken and bloody because the marks left behind will sing of my rebellion
The Bat, The Ghost, The Not-Quite Girl: Reclaim Yourself!
To disappear didn’t necessarily mean to die or be ridden of life; it meant to live within its pockets, where no one could see me or disturb me. This was a place I could be airy, like a winged thing, hovering over all and seeing all.
For When You Feel Crazy: Let It All Out.
While you let your own crazy out, ten thousand children learned to walk today. And somewhere, miles, or rather, planets away, a moonbeam smiled down on the Earth. And under that smile, ten more realized that the crazy... well, it doesn’t need to be contained. And from them, ten others. And so ...
Skinny-Dipping In Love: An Invitation To The Restive Wanderer.
I am watching as your senses come alive to the blazing heat of your own heart fire stoked to ecstasy by an exquisite kind of belonging.
A Poem To My Nihilist. {prose poetry}
The point is to learn about ourselves. To know you are loved -- and then forget it and act broken, so you can discover it all for yourself. And then to let it go.
Montenegro: Fighting For A Better Future.
These long-held cultural beliefs of a woman’s inferiority, her lack of usefulness beyond a certain age, or of a man’s right to assert himself or his will, all need to be reexamined. Even though the women I met during my travels were from different Balkan countries, they all emanated strength ...
Love At First Sight: A Misnomer.
I remember the moment I realized that I loved my girlfriend, now wife, like it was yesterday. I didn’t date much in high school and college. Talk to my therapist if you want to know about all of my issues, but I was insecure. I grew up in a home that didn’t express a lot of emotion. The moment ...
I’ll Be My Own Hero.
I don’t need a prince on a white horse -- I just need me, and I don’t need to wait for myself to show up -- I will always be just here with my suit to remind me of the journey that has brought me here.