Author of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF-Experiments in Fiction, 2022). Pushcart Nominated Poet 2022
Rest in your being. Your light is ever shifting its gaze to wholeness As moods can dim what’s inward To quarter light. One cannot judge the size of the heart From dawn to dusk. You are your own moon rising and setting Over the span of hours or days. Time is relative to your... Continue Reading →
I, The Tired Moon They tell me when the sun has gone Behind the cloud, that night has come For one more moment, swift. I run to greet the shadow on the sandy beach Of pebbled stars in clear shark night. The roaming wave of humid blindness Feels for my vivid form in nothingness,... Continue Reading →
If Beyond Were Closer If beyond were closer, Night would guard the morning And flakes of leaves would glory To scatter in the wailing Wisps of wind dressed in threads Of pale, endless fog mists That rise to shelter peace. Angels would strum the harps Of infinite wired strings Tangled in the wind’s... Continue Reading →
The Willow Am I Some people live in the night While owls of the morning sleep, And small raindrops creep in the dusk Like birds of prey upon the dewy grass. The Willow am I, punished by the hidden sun That laughs on the edge of night As I curse the screaming dawn... Continue Reading →
Change is constancy. The tree is a tree. It is as it is. Mother, Great Pine is old and cracked yet still useful to time.
Change is constancy. The tree is a tree. It is as it is. Mother, Great Pine is old and cracked yet still useful to time.
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 