Now available. Slow down. Read poetry. My hope is this collection allows you to do both. Sipping Red is now available. I was spilling a...

the January cold slow shows my scars from the road from the night everything changed across my chest and mid and my neck sometimes goes...

on the brink of the calendar turning the hourglass upside down for sands burying   the sky is more gray than blue the ground more brown...

sparrows remain unseen though their voices surround through the lemon trees and the olive tops, the lollipop pines bees on gardenias...

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...

and other fallen leaves strewn Like my thoughts, my kitchen counter, my poetry felt scattered, windblown against fence bottoms. They...

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