Poems, Words & Stories
June 26, 2025
l've always chased unfamiliarity. Maybe it is me, existing in a place that's always felt so foreign. And maybe it is us and how far we have become. I swim out to the reef that I hear was once full of color. It's a harsh reality knowing we were born into a world that no longer exists. I cherish each moment fleeting, as time bends with a softened heart. I open my eyes as often as I can. And every once in a while life unfolds in serendipity. I am nostalgic for memories burned to my brain like a cyanotype print. I bleed emotions through tears of never ending streams, bottled in alchemy. I've come to accept there are many things I will never be able to explain. But my heart is searching, seeking, pulling me through the eternal weave. I warp and weft. Weaving my imprint through a lineage far beyond me.
June 4, 2025
Persistence is powerful but it can feel like a punishment when there’s no visible progress. The long quiet middle.
February 27, 2025
Who fears the lack of suffering in another will cause them to suffer in turn? Layers of programmed self preservation beyond survival.
I cannot help but meet eyes and see we are the same. Am I naive? Surely. A chiseled edge heart chipped to show.
Maybe it is me, existing in a place that's always felt so foreign. And maybe it is us and how far we have become. I wish no longer to see into eyes of others. Still, I continue to meet eyes with nativity; hoping one day something might change.
February 14, 2025
I woke up from a dream where I held the world's smallest pearl, gently pressed between my thumb and pointer finger as I slowly brought it to my face, swallowing it whole.
January 22, 2025
why do I feel safer
with a pen and paper
January 22, 2025
The silent stirring of inbetween conversation.
Eyes lock, words unspoken. A pulling tension - to be apart of or to remain hermetic.
Waxing and waning like the shifting moon; the last time I looked it was full for three days on end. Is this the end? It feels familiar yet nothing l've known before.
Who am I now in a place where no one knows me? A shaking drink pulls my thoughts, pulled in to watch.
January 10, 2025
thinking about how far all my loved ones are, thinking about you, thinking about the pain California is feeling and yet through it all, how close in my heart it all feels looking at the same night skies and stars through tear filled eyes of mixed emotions
October 14, 2024
I wrote a million different poems in my mind, floating in the moment and nostalgia for what soon will have been. My nose peaks through with just enough air to breathe. I can't hear a thing aside from my shifting heart pulsing. We occasionally communicate through sand and glances in agreeance. The skies reflected in those passing hours, a lifetime lapsed and condensed into the split second of what felt like a dream. I find myself thinking of a place that feels like home, but nothing I can reach. Nothing I have touched or seen. Lost between a moment and nostalgia, knowing what will soon be.
September 14, 2024
Until the crescendoing music embraces once more. The dark unknowing begins to fade in.
Looking around, we'll have been projected into a new scene. Years leaping for those that were stagnated; having been cascaded with faith.
Cascaded, we fall into place.
September 3, 2024
A final truth held by the wings of fire
It all felt so small, now standing in the words of a rewritten fate. Forging flames through clairvoyances laid in echoing chambers. The past now a deep burned scar, imprints made that no longer linger.
Faithfully moved through cast shadows- still, shadows to be seen. Curiosities deepen through delayed grief. Eyes continue to see.
August 27, 2024
Something about a moment shared between shoes and smokes. A conversation between two (or a few) and always a view.
June 3, 2024
In my temple; we are safe. I hold the space. He keeps the pace. They write down the time and place. Some gather to feel the warm embrace. Many watch unable to refrain. Beyond what words can explain, we began to gather in threes.
April 29, 2024
I dream of a world that exists as one; held together by those l've never know. I dream of a world where l'm free to be me, need not be seen externally. Reaching the farthest corners I seek eyes to be seen; gazing back at me in uncertainty. Our hearts placing stones upon moss cobbled walls, yet internally beat in synchronistic ferocity. Our throats dripped with swallowed words we must now speak - now is our time to grieve the felling trees. As The Dawn Star rises and The White Bison is born. Together we stand in prayer; looking into the eye of the storm.
April 7, 2024
You'll see him stand over me like a tower. You won't say a word; but you'll know my pain.
Unable to speak; no right time or space; no words to explain. In this moment you'll know how I felt too.
Now in my absence you'll know too; how I stood alone while my world was breaking,
April 2, 2024
[When the world flipped upside down I began dreaming with waking memories from a life long past. Suddenly I found myself floating at the top instead of sinking-In my glass box you watch me; Unable to see what's breaking and molding.]
January 23, 2024
The villain through one persons perception.
How quick our tongues curse words, Passing through exalted emotion
Take and take,
Unable to find the source
swayed in the middle, I stand
Always - they come back To ask, "
December 28, 2023
In my trance
We're everlasting
Every shape and form
I'm bending
There is no ending
November 9, 2023
These are my offerings, of which they devour. Taste of desire, I am eternal fire.
October 31, 2023
:: Women of The Mist ::
From our caves we pray
Untouched, in our illusive state.
We see through the veil
Of balancing scales
Pay no mind to the fools game.
Imitate & silence us
For we know false emanations break.
On our knees we understand surrender
nameless, faceless
the orchestrating hands of fate.
Weaving eternal possibilities
for a world long lasting,
beyond humans enslaved.
Far from wars that blanket stars
Ceasing the eyes of men.
From Endless lines, grazing skylines
Keeping us falsely tied,
devouring our land.
We are children
Lives taken before we even begin.
Our voices shake, across the screaming worlds
how our bodies break.
Borderless hearts beat in rippling waves
In our last breath, may we know why we came.
Behind first drops of mechanical rain,
we've never been the same.
For the world to be consumed whole again.
September 15, 2023
creating worlds setting blaze
watch me burn and recreate
September 12, 2023
hardwired circuit
our connection remains
systems crashing
machines operate
August 29, 2023
swaying trees speak across moonlit shadowed walls
In the dark fallen upon;
nocturnal paths of waking dreamers
sun pressed, silhouetted sweats
unpredicted forms lay across me
peeling breath
humming silence met
consu[me-
June 8, 2023
In search of silence through a void of stimulation
In my dreams I speak freely, my voice never shakes as I tell them all the story
In my dreams; polarizing extremes
Between bodies; memories that never existed
To name a feeling that does not yet exist
To know a place, you've never been
memoir reflection dream anamnesis
Though I wake, l exist in the space(s) between
Where words melt and rot
Form bends to dissipate
Creating new paths where currents will mold.
If you fall between; and can handle the hold
All at once -
You can hear the whole world.
April 11, 2023
make a point create a vortex
do you know your new identity?
[Nodes of the Moon]
April 11, 2023
I love dreaming the same dream & similar themes on the same evening as others. I love dreaming of everyone always. The memories created, beings connected with. Worlds traveled to, different lives lived, symbols and messages between. As prevalent as waking life,
March 3, 2023
I hope one day to peacefully go, feeling her winds through the trees, the birds singing songs of inbetweens. Laying me to rest deep into the ground, with nothing as I first emerged. I owe it all to the Earth. The One who understands the true meaning of giving, without return.
February 22, 2023
world building
from our dreams
while they sleep
3::2
January 5, 2023
tearing themselves apart at their own hands
January 1, 2023
Sounds Of soft trickling rain
meeting hands, in infinity
The pain, it's flares
The timing glares
808
new sounds he makes
layers soothing
December 28, 2022
Still alive; silent battle cries
abstract depths of pain past bearing
memory shifting tides
words kept to a time
The world feels so empty
Hand in hand we reside
To die side by side;
Again
Again
Elasticity
November 28, 2022
Placemarkers remain
I'm counting down the days
the wind carries my name
Our echo cries
met death with wide eyes
we bathe in ember
November 28, 2022
The night the stars disappeared
(curious as to how light pollution could potentially affect future generations viewing of the evening skies)
November 6, 2022
The last glaring Star
In a dream we wake
An Elfin being, primary colored spheroid face
A Tender Stare, from the distant place
August 30, 2022
Find the Talisman, tether to this world
reach within the oak, find what had been stowed
A philocalist woman waits near by
observing, with a single centered eye
returning to depths of oceans;
we fall
approaching singularity
Through layers of dreams
August 22, 2022
Collectors of
Callinectes sapidus claws
Siphonal canals jingling saddle oysters
& first editions left behind
April 3, 2022
Vapid words spoken
Disembodied to be seen
February 14, 2022
trace the veins back to my heart
January 30, 2022
Can't find the words to say
Dreaming with eyes wide awake
December 14, 2021
Sunrise smoke
Forging flames
burn complacency
we rise again
April 23, 2021
Emerging Chrysalis
A brush of skin, warm & breathing. Deeper parts we've seen, translating in self presentation(s). A tingling sensation, the touch of a finger. Alternating musing; of one another. These nascent Dreams irrevocably approaching. Feeling through presence, warm whispers spoken.
May 5, 2021
free falling through the sky coming to;
Point Nemo caught me.
swimming towards the moon as the currents protrude
plantigrade, through poles of inaccessibility
:places many will never see:
March 19, 2021
as we said our goodbyes, under the oak one last time
the song had finally arrived.
a solacing touch, a fear of the eye
together, we walked to the other side
-Sept 27 2020 (seventeen)-
February 25, 2021
Abstract depth to pain
Preparation necessary, as the elicitation process remains
January 14, 2021
cloud covered stars reconstructing archaic dream memoir;
infinite time
synchronizing the hearts
celestial spheres delicately open,
revealing? appearing?
January 14, 2021
the violence it took to become this gentle
December 29, 2020
Hand on your cheek, l'd rather show you
December 13, 2020
Seeking imperfection in collection
November 22, 2020
Drawn to the swirling sounds, the sweetest smells: buzzing intertwined,
silenced
folded into return,
pouring out the urn
panicking for answers
Discovered in silence
A liminal space
A changing face
Awaiting.
- the fate of those who trust themselves
October 16, 2020
an existence in solitude
found deep in the forest under a full moon
what is asked, is available to you
not in what we seek- rather what's in need
perception, patience, follow clues
two extremes - planting seeds - reflection : alchemy - move in silence - as seen in dreams - all balancing
October 3, 2020
The space, the clarity
Might disappear for eternity
Living internally
Free
an emotional time traveler // 2025
October 2, 2020
My roots run deep, connected wherever I land. I create without moving a hand - silently blessing sets of eyes that meet mine, releasing those who've been left behind.
September 24, 2020
a burial under the oak
as the wind sang through the chimes
a song for the space between death and rest
where I reside
September 10, 2020
House encircling ashes
Sunken half moon
Swallows
July 25, 2020
As though I’m trying to remember.
Or maybe forget.
Many notice, but hardly meet my gaze.
I feel their stares the moment I look away.
Sometimes I go days just.. existing.
I wake, still, my heart is heavy.
Though I am noticed,
no one knows
me.
July 25, 2020
The trees
Hug me
So tenderly
Still though
I weep
July 8, 2020
If you cannot let go you will be dragged until you do so, until there is nothing left
March 9, 2020
the confidence in authentically being, the vulnerability in ever evolving
February 5, 2020
One step forward
Two steps back
Spiraling Onward
Continue
November 21, 2019
The light kissed me farewell as I welcomed the shadows once more.
September 2, 2019
Open mind. Open heart. Surrendering over & over & over again. This journey hasn't been easy. But it's all worth it
July 5, 2019
The wind wisped me away
Welcoming sweet whispers of change
February 4, 2019
Our imprints never fade
Even in our silent ways
January 12, 2019
Patterns continually repeating until new is formed. Always constant, never ending, infinitely shifting.
January 2, 2019
The breath that fills our lungs.
The sounds we hear through the day.
The moments the sun touches our skin.
The intent behind these words.
December 15, 2018
Facing the deepest parts our soul, we find beauty. Pouring. Spilling. Overflowing into all aspects of being. Change is here. We are the change.
March 31, 2018
My thoughts leak through like the sun in perforated curtains
Lights and shadows fall across my body hugging me tenderly
Fleeting thoughts not worthy to embody
As I lay in silence lethargically