Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things. —Mary Oliver #PoemADay poets.org/poetsorg/poem/…

To share the same slice of sky a buttery sun moistening our skin... would we waste our worries, mind our confessions, lose ourselves in conversation, or maybe-- melt into the day as one #vss365

Ballerina bows I beg an encore curtains drawn too soon #PenYourTen #ForScott

Give me a reason a parcel for consideration seeds I can plant or use to mark a path home I need your young hope a shuttle to assured salvation drive pedal to floor until we find our landing Give me a meaning a place where stories begin to end & books spill history #FromOneLine

We lost our newness it's scent devoured by ultimatum entangling us to our pride unchaining us from each other but the history wasn't buried just covered in a bit of grit out of sight so we could forget the way being known made us feel #vss365 #history

I dreamt you were a grain of air one of infinite in the river ebbs of my breath I exhaled you out emancipating your kindred untying tranquil exchanging want for clarity live, lose, flow, repeat that's how we always feel our love #vss365

They used to hold hands they told themselves it was easier to paint the sky with interlocked fingers they said they shared secrets only because the wind parted more kindly to the weight of their joint whisper a flawed system they overcame until that story fell apart #FromOneLine

Is it not so fitting for immediate things to be the starter for ruinous flames #15wordspoet

This is my ode to Ross Gay's so very beautiful "Thank You" poetryfoundation.org/poems/92120/th…

how many skins have we to shed until each secret truth’s been said

It was mysterious when it happened--An urge to cry as I watched a mass of hundreds of people all choraled and working in unison towards one common goal. This synchrony of kindred ambition tickled something in me--it tickled a remembrance...A remembrance I think of full bodied joy

I measure time in feelings it's heaviness in my hands the coldest or warmest rush of moments meeting memory I measure time in feelings it's lingering hold on heart the way it grips my fingers my child's small hand upon my own I measure time in feelings #vss365

i'll tirelessly keep a room for you - as unopened until you come

They were somewhere before they were here Lofty sand cranes catching sun while salmon swim upstream It's the air for me How it catches the underside of their wings The most prominent & potent force Invisible power If you closed your eyes you just might feel it You just might

The getting and the going the march on towards unknown suns the washing of hands the grit of sand under nails It's the moving on new horizons new homes for sunken stubborn hope New raw beat of drums Steady forward on

You lost me amongst the fog clouds weaved between the narrow grooves cutting space in the forest. My footprints were ghosts, translucent against the dark damp earth swallowing shadows. It was there, within a moment that opened like a secret passage, that I slipped away, forever.

Graceless time each dawn mockery each horizon denying the dusk left behind I'm not as cavalier forging paths in dark knowledge unseating my shaky fortitude since existences can't be unseen nor unheard But I understand coming in spite of an unreadiness: Tomorrow will be tomorrow