STILETTOS TO ARISTOTLE

It took courage for the raindrop to descend from its place in the clouds, Falling swiftly, gently, dodging obstacles and the pillar of di...

“Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Pedo Mellon a Minno. Im Narvi hain echant. Celebrimbor o Eregion teithant i thiw hin.” Where there stands, in th...

Gazing intently through the windows of her soul, Unclear which parts are broken and which are whole. Seeming fierce as the sun’s blazing...

Photo credit: Ashley Noelle Photography Much like the climate of this strange place which I live, The inner parts of me as unpredictable...

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1885) In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer ...

Weary of the same old things, Repeating moments that shouldn’t cling. The morning’s sun is warm and bright, But the afternoon’s glare a p...

Underneath my skin, itching to get out; A hazardous reaction is climbing to mount. The heaviness grows, the flooding of water; Consuming ...

I always feel poetic at the changing of seasons, and I would like to share a very beautiful poem with you by Emily Dickinson. Dickinson l...

On the ski lift in Santa Fe, NM. January first brings hope and ease, A fresh new look one might see. Dreams and wishes flowing fluent, ...

“Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.” (Aristotle) S...

Chicago 2011 I wish sometimes things were other than they are, Complicated and often painful, certainly not ideal; I wish these things w...

I have begun my hobbit journey in J.R.R. Tolkien’s fantastic world. Last week I read The Hobbit, or There and Back Again, and this week I...

As autumn comes and summer goes, The warm air fades and the cool breeze blows. Gazing out the window with anxious thoughts, Dreaming of...

Once there stood a delicate flower, Whose petals were soft and bright. Harsh summers came and lingered on, But she remained grounded by m...

Monday, oh Monday, you’re here yet again. It’s not that I don’t like you; you’ll always be a friend. But why must you race my weekend so ...

Sometimes there is great anticipation, And others merely apprehension; One minute we bask in reflection, The next we’re drowning in ten...

In and out time swiftly glides by, Sometimes we run to him and others we hide. There remains within the mystery of his soul, Many repeati...

Since my early youth, I knew I was not the same, Neither normal nor willing to chase a fly in the rain. Though the indifference remained ...