Gratitude

I Give thanks to the ones who came before

Sisters each and every

Denied their heart, their love

Not just in who they could

But in what they could give their soul.

For every sister who dreamt of walking among the stars,

I Give thanks.

For every sister who saw the beauty of molecules coming together,

I Give thanks.

For every sister who wanted more,

I Give thanks.

We who came after give thanks

For all you allowed us to be.

On your behalf, I promise to do my best

For all the sisters after me.


written – 2/13/2018

Defenseless Creature

But I am a very defenseless creature (because I was a very timid, lost, defenseless child).

— Rilke

Many years removed and yet

It is as though it was just yesterday.

The child may grow up, but

Locked deep inside a fortress

Hidden away from the world today

The child lives looking outward

Observing the life his other half lives.

Somedays, this other half,

Whether through rushed hurriedness,

Or a deep desire for masochism

Leaves the fortress, unlocked, unguarded.

The child freed from his prison

If only for a few days, has full reign.

The other half, no longer in control.

Once again is transported, stuck

In that old, familiar state.

Alone, in a world, he does not

Cannot understand. Scared

Of what it means to be

Lost, timid and afraid.

The other half is defenseless

To withstand the strength

Of the child’s emotions let loose

With all his might, he steps forth

To grab the child by the hand

And lead him back to the safety of the fortress.

All the while knowing, he’ll get loose once again.


written – 11/7/2017

Forest Tales: Available for Preorder

Dare to explore? My poetry collection, “Forest Tales,” is now available for preorder.

Embark on a poetic journey in the depths of the Australian wilderness as a woman and activist seeks her true identity.ย 

These bold verses will challenge your view of nature!


Available on Amazon

Forest Tales

$4.99

Embark on a poetic journey in the depths of the Australian wilderness as a woman and activist seeks her true identity.

Joyful Science

Hands upon skin, taking you in,

The flutter of fingertips lightly,

A songbird plays a gentle song

To soothe deep within.

Memories replayed of past days

The good and bad commingled.

Woman, the master of manipulation,

So subtle, she makes it an art.


Written – 1/25/2023

Akervand: New Poetry Collection on Identity and Acceptance

My debut poetry collection Akervand is out!

It explores queer love, politics, identity, and the acceptance of one’s path as a poet.

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Enjoy a previously unpublished poem from my new collection.



Joyful Science

Hands upon skin, taking you in,

The flutter of fingertips lightly,

A songbird plays a gentle song

To soothe deep within.

Memories replayed of past days

The good and bad commingled.

Woman, the master of manipulation,

So subtle, she makes it an art.


Available on Amazon

Akervand

$3.99

Akervand is a debut poetry collection exploring queer love, politics, identity, and the acceptance of one’s path as a poet.

Akervand

$8.99

Akervand is a debut poetry collection exploring queer love, politics, identity, and the acceptance of one’s path as a poet.

Palm trees swaying


Palm trees swaying

Bodies in the sand

Sweetness glistens

Running between fingers

Water slides away

From the edge

Always wounding

Deep within me

Craving more and more

Thoughts come and go


written – 1/15/2023

Someone once said


Someone once said that to hide part of yourself,

you also shut down All of yourself.

I never heard truer words spoken.

All the clichรฉd moments of epiphany

ever seen in movies made sense

as I experienced my own clichรฉ.


written – 05/03/2016

Is that all there is?

Nothing was ever so disappointing

As realizing one thing.

I look around the world and think –

Is that all there is?

All the stories I’d been told,

Lies upon lies upon lies,

To hide the truth we all come to know –

This is all there is.

A sad disappointing world we cover up with stories,

A great many stories we never stop telling

So we don’t remember the truth we all come to know –

This is all there is.

Stories of wolves and dragons,

Stories of lives and loves,

Stories to trick us into thinking –

There is more than there is.

But these stories are all lies.

There may be princesses and princes,

There may be wolves and dragons,

But there isn’t more than this.

So, I listen to all the different stories,

To forget a sad, disappointing world

for a moment.

But the one thing I cannot forget thinking –

Is that all there is?


written – 4/2/2018