Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Year Five

Five years ago today, Dreams, Deliriums, and Other Mind Talk went live. How quickly time passes! Yes, it’s been five years, and it’s also been a whirlwind.

During my five years on Dreams, a lot of change and growth has happened for me. I’ve written poetry and short stories to share with those who like to visit and read. People from across the globe have read my work and shared some of their thoughts with me and with other readers. Some of my poetry and short fiction has been published in print and/or online journals. I started the naked light, a blog that features some of my more visceral writings. I left teaching and launched a new career as a counselor / psychotherapist. My first professional peer-reviewed journal article was published. I started doctoral studies to become a counselor educator (I’m now at dissertation!). My husband and I celebrated ten years of joyful marriage. My first chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudes, was recently published. And, the bountiful list goes on…

One thing has not changed. I’m still blogging. I, the Queen of I don’t like social networking, am still blogging! While my output has been greatly reduced since the early days of Dreams, I still enjoy posting a poem or a reflection every few weeks, and stopping in and visiting with you when time allows.

My deepest gratitude to all of you who have been, and continue to be, co-travelers on my journey. Thank you ever so much for your celebration of my creative spirit. I appreciate you, truly! I also hope you will continue to stop in for a rest—and a read—in my quiet space, whenever you are moved to do so. Dreams, Deliriums, and Other Mind Talk is here to stay!

With love and gratitude,


** NOTE: It’s that time of year for pulling away from all of the usual and routine, and getting in touch with the open, the wild, and the bright. I’ll be back, kissed by the magnificent beauty of life. In the meantime… if you haven’t yet ordered your copy of From Darkness, Beatitudes, follow the link below to place your order from Finishing Line Press. Enjoy!!!

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Density and Divinity

Pelvis, Georgia O'Keeffe

There must be words to describe
these fractures in the frame of perfection.

You say, Fractures are not often
viewed in a beautiful light.

I say, Yes, but sometimes they are
just what we need.

Thinking back, I could’ve said, Sometimes, they are
just what I need…

To recognize and acknowledge that
perfect isn’t always desirable.

But, I didn’t say that.
And, I don’t want that moment back.

I write.
The words curve
like the sensuous lines
of a body at ease. I see them
for what they are. Words.
Then. I see them
as a body at ease. Limbs flowing
like ripples of sand that harden
when the tide sinks. The insolent arches.
The mottled pits. A transfiguration.
Real, or imagined?

Futile, this question!

We see what we choose to see.

We sit together and shoot stones at the stars.
Things could be worse, I suppose—the stars
could be shooting stones at us.

The sea gathers itself like a smock of intricate pleats.
The light dissipates like a raging mirage.
We cannot change this.

We can.

We will not change this.

will not...

I will not change the flow of geography.
I will not break the order of the water.
I will not alter the falling shadows’ rest.
I will not stay the voice’s expression.

I lean into the collapsing day
and moan—my body embracing the dark.

I choose.

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NOTE: My first poetry chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudesis available from Finishing Line Press.

Saturday, May 17, 2014


Photo,  Aaron Draper

An ancient dream,
if you will…

shoulders unarched
i walked into the water
paying no heed to the waves
giving no mind to the imminent storm

my spirit emptied of discernment
my core hollow of presentiment

pure as a newborn
whose gaze falls blue and unfiltered

i walked
i plunged

i bathed
in the cistern of secrecy
my body jarred and amplified by
the keen obscenity of this new unknown

unknown, that was, to anyone but me

sorceress! i called myself
a torrent of names i lashed
at my own eyes and cheeks

how long before the burden of truth
affixed itself to me?

how long before the self-drawn blood
stained the cold sand floor?

I’d like to shake the memory of that dream
like I shake my hair when I emerge
from the froth of the sea.

I’d like to wrest the reality of it
from this reality.

I’d like to…
but doing so would be 
a denial of self.

And who am I to deny me?
So many others have tried and failed.

I rest, instead,
fierce and flaming
inside this masted body,
a stirring yet unsung intermezzo­­—
an ivory circumference of byzantium patience.

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NOTE: My first poetry chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudesis scheduled to be released June 2014 from Finishing Line Press.

Friday, April 18, 2014


Adam & Eve, Gustav Klimt

We sit on the green banks of the swelling river.

Every morninglike this onea random
tree branch, its leaves kissed by the wind,
unspools its longing, shattering the sun
into asymmetric filaments of gold.

No one is here to see this;
it is ours alone.

What was it we used to say about broken light?

That it reveals itself as
orbs in flight, willowing
through the separating skies.

I recall our stunted conversation, our timid words,
emerging from the dance of breath and tongue with teeth.

I remember, too, your distant laughter, peeled from
your throat by the white heat of late July.

Have we known one another too long?

Oh, there is no escaping
this fugue of imagination!

You appear in me, and speak to me in tongues
once confined without pardon.

And what can I do butas if for
the very first timeentrench myself
within the impermanence of you?

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NOTE: My first poetry chapbook, From Darkness, Beatitudesis available for pre-order from Finishing Line Press until April 25, 2014.