A Prayer

“Sharpen me like a knife on a flint,   strike me against the stone….” A short prayer

The Gateway

“I found a gateway in the forest, doorless,   Rooted in my mind's gut….” A poem about imagination and freedom

“If cold rain fell in arrow heads, it would pierce, even to the marrow, of the soul….” A poem about longing

Breathing in, the Grim did say, “Come now to meet your end.” “I cannot die,” I said. I said.  “I cannot die,” I said.

“There is a mindful method to my play, An order by which all toys must abide….” A sonnet about a toddler’s playtime

“O Mother, I have hunger. Hear my cries! The night is long; come, sing your lullabies!….” A sonnet from the perspective of a newborn baby

“Today, You are saltines and gatorade, and I drink You, sitting cross legged on the floor….” A poem about faith and motherhood