for Soriya I wander in her forest / hearing ankle bells jingle with each step,/ the universe at her feet and hands./ I want to touch her./ She flies in my house in paintings/ with petals of orange blossom raining from the/ ceiling./ With her ...

I felt my life with both my hands/ To see if it was there - I held my spirit to the Glass,/ To prove it possibler -// I turned my Being round and round/ And paused at every pound/ To ask the Owner's name -/ For doubt, that I should know the Sound -//...

Somewhere/ a black bear/ has just risen from sleep/ and is staring/ down the mountain./ All night/ in the brisk and shallow restlessness/ of early spring/ I think of her,/ her four black fists/ flicking the gravel,/ her tongue/ like a red fire/ touch...

Taking a walk on Mother's Day I am grateful for mothering love that knows cherishing, comforting, holding space, healing, and believing in. The love that has taught me I am whole and more than enough. The love that has taught me joy in another's s...