Feelings are my internal navigation system Guiding my body to stop and start A compass of eons of wisdom Luring me into the dark, creative, mysterious, earthy womb space Intuitive, black, and eternal Trusting it until I stumble into doubt Leading me where the trail stops Taking me to a cliff Thoughts catching up, pausing, and passing…

Addiction made me feel safe Went into that peaceful place Felt sane for moments Kept me from losing my mind Allowed me to be ME  Contained…

Stamping my feet Looking defiantly up at the sky Lifting up my arms I scream A howl emerges from deep in my diaphragm The dogs and wolves barking with me We create a cacophony that turns into a symphony of love Our voices echoing in the air Creating a line a shield of fire around us Together we…

Sitting in the nondescript chair Seeing through the spaces  Listening to the rhythm Shutting my eyes The transcendent music transports me…

Washing away the pain Cleansing myself of the disappointments and heartbreak Allowing myself to truly stand in my glory Trusting in the invisible hand within and without Leading me to a new paradigm of life and love Standing worthy and strong in the stormy weather Holding on to the trunk of the tree Supporting me to regain…

Tears staining my face Years of injustice expressed in my eyes People killed, gagged, tortured, and raped It is time To stand up To open our voices, our art To soar with the birds To chant in the highest frequency of Love For the atrocities we witnessed, felt Held back in our wombs, our hearts, and our…

Do you feel you can truly speak your mind in your relationships? Are you sometimes walking on eggshells? I know I did for years, and sometimes I still catch myself suppressing my feelings. I used to close my mouth to keep the peace, not rock the boat, and be calm. …

A poem — In her black skirt, white blouse, and perfect hair Covering her legs with colorless stockings and donning a Timberland backpack Looking ahead into nothingness I caught her glance Her stoic eyes stared at me blankly Did she choose her path? Did she long to be messy, dirty, and naughty? Sensed the interminable…

Gazing at the moon Frolicking on the soft earth in the shadows Lifting my feet as they take large leaps into the vastness Holding my hand…