she asks me what I want for Christmas in the laundry sorting clothes while a summer straight down rain begins raging warm daring December...

Where did the summer go everyone keeps asking pointing their phones at their faces hump days and Friday eves across the called ways of...

I chose the last Sunday of each month to share a haiku practice on my IG stories through the fall and winter months. Sipping red in bed,...

For My Love old souls travel true carrying needs mere and love at hope we begin dare explorations intuitive directions guidebook left...

A winter week's poems, inspired by the day. And coffee. bitter black dawn arabica sips slow Monday hands the shovel wondering where a...

A daily haiku practice through the month of October. The date being the prompt word for each day's entry. cedarwood incense first eve...