This poem is a diamante: a seven-line poem that takes the shape of a diamond (see the image below for an accurate visual of this…

Hollyhocks formed — pretty little dolls.Lemonade, brimming with sugarSilence stares at you and me.Perplexing connectionof familial ties —reinforced truth:separatenessdefines us. My mother’s parents were strangers…

A bridge a brake an alarm a knife, and a salve.  I have been them all - a symbolic life. My function born, connectingstoppingsoundingcutting -  In all - meIn time - allIn me - time  Yes, naturally, I persisted - …

Maybe I wasn’t loud enoughabout my desires—or was I too quiet?I never could tell. Life—a tightrope walk of extremes,fleeing to the shadowsafter too many days…

There is an effortlessness to who you are that you cannot capture. No hacks or morning routines — no filter or chant will call it…

This poem is a Kimo — the “haiku of Israel.” Running through the woods–family dog ahead.Laughing, my hand reaches yours.Mother–you are still young. There was…

A woman’s life — consumed with self-hatred,exiled from her creative source —wasted beauty and passion.Soul— lost to guilt and shame.Reclaim your birthright —shine endlessly,banish fear…

How do you find your way in a lightless room?So dark — shadows fail to materialize. Hands outstretched, you feel your way to the door.…

I rest my head against the window, peering into the night at the passing Indiana farmland. The soft patter of rain and methodical swish of…

Today is the day. You’re going to create something brave. Can you feel it? Yes, I can too. Today you will banish the fear and…