A hallucinatory poem about a poet and a talking spider performed with flamenco ukulele. Now on my Grammy®- Considered album “Florentinae:...

The air cool felt cool at last, kisses in the air to summer’s end. She looked at her fields: songs sown, poems sprouting, roots strong....

My wheels turn true, steady turns the mind. Every mile carries me closer to what is mine. #poetry #poetsongwriter

(From the Scriptaluna Mantra series) I release the need to beg or please Within me grows a garden green Abundance bursting from the vine...

(From the Scriptaluna Mantra series) I release the need for thanks to stay, The wind still lifts me on my way. Though praise may scatter,...

(From the new Scriptaluna Mantra series) I release the tide that drowns my name, No river steals my sacred flame. Through storms I swim,...

Dear Adam A 33-second “Florentinae” (spoken-word concertina) written in an emboldened Eve’s voice to a hesitant Adam inviting him to...

The poet asked the mirror, “Where does the reflection go when love dies?” The mirror did not break, it only kept shining, showing the...

The poet asked the mirror, “Where does the reflection go when it needs a hug?” The mirror fogged, and the breath itself became the...

The rain had teeth in the mountains, gnawing at the tires, chewing the edges off the day. Even the trucks wore their hazard lights like...