Poetry Blog

How would it be to live like an ear, / as if my entire purpose was to listen? / Listening to the person in front of me, / hanging on their words as if they are / the last other human left alive on the earth . . .

When I go to the grocery store / Snag a cart and push down the aisles / A crowd trails behind me / The whole way . . .

Daydream with me of a world / Where everyone can see / How connected we really are / Tiny diamonds on Indra's net . . .

Welcome, pilgrim. / Lay down your burdens with your luggage. / Neglect your phone as you have neglected quiet. . . .

I am a honeybee / And my business is beauty / I am irresistibly drawn to / Color, fragrance and sweetness . . .

Let me slay my illusion of isolation / It is a lie I have believed / Let me smash it on the hard tile floor / And neglect to sweep up the shards . . .

This life can seem so random / as if you came spurting out of your mother's body / into a swirling pool where you floated around . . .

... Shame is contagious / It is passed down, parent to child / in cutting words and / explosions of rage ...

In this new year, I promise that I will let myself get carried away by my passion projects, to lose all sense of time or . . .

holy seed sprouts and grows in silence in darkness in secret new life flutters . . .

When life’s four-by-four fence post / blindsides you from behind / and you find yourself cycling through / all the stages of grief . . .

In my summer childhood memory / I stand at the edge of the lake / Oblivious to the warm drizzle / A white quilt of mist hovers . . .

First, you have to get sick of being a caterpillar. Weary of never-ending consumption, outgrowing your clothes, eyes trained on . . .

When a storm overtakes you / the kind that satellites see / as a massive, swirling spiral / its curved arms knocking down . . .

Give us leaders with principles loftier than self-interest. Give us leaders who speak the language of truth, not lies, distortions . . .

When you were a girl, you loved a kitten with such fierceness that you ground your teeth telling her how cute she was. It took . . .

I came to the forest pondering the source of insight and generosity how to be loving and life-giving in a season of culminations and...

How can I walk unhurried through the buzz-clang-flash of a pinball world Take a calming breath in anger’s face and spy the fear beneath...

Born on the fourth day of God's great goodness Your Creator crowned you to govern the night You haunt my earliest memories waking me in...

It's still dark when I open the back door to let in the cat, but something calls me to step out into the cool stillness. At the edge of...