Evolving #septemberfalls

‪When the unrealistic dream

‬‪Of being someone’s all‬

‪Says bon voyage‬

‪To fairy tales‬

‪And Darwin’s point‬

‪Of adaptation‬

‪Settles in‬

‪Creating a dissonant home‬

‪For your evolving heart‬

©Entirety 2017

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How Was I To Know #poetry

If I had known my bones

Would need carrying 

I would have never built

A home inside your heart

A burden unlike the one

I carried in your tears

An ocean of stories

I couldn’t let go of

And now the weight of yesteryear

Anchors us to one another

As we both beg the other

To cut the rope

©Entirety 2017




Control #thoughtsfortheday


Over the past year especially, it’s taking me some time to realize that a lot of life is crazy and chaotic but there are always things in my control.

Weather I cannot control, what comes through the door at work I cannot control, there is even some pain you cannot control. But surrendering to thinking everything is out of your control is defeatest, it’s an excuse to blame everyone or everything for circumstance, and never taking charge over the things you can.

I chose two things: to accept the things I cannot change (to quote a famous AA prayer), and to take control of the few things I can. I can breathe, purposefully. I can block a troublemaker or not. I can pick up the phone, or not answer it. I can change jobs, or I can deal with my attitude about my present one.

the point is, more is in my control than I actually care to admit sometimes, because admitting this, means I am being honest that I am not a victim, and have a few things in my life over which I can control…even when it feels like it’s all going to shit.


Scar tissue #poetry 

‪Scar tissue

‬‪Is never as strong‬

‪As the flesh‬

‪That lay unscathed‬

‪The one before the wound‬

‪But the muscle underneath‬

‪That can be stronger‬

‪Than ever before‬

‪Scar tissue reminds us‬

‪We are not invincible‬

‪Scar tissue reminds us‬

‪That life‬

‪That love‬

‪And even hope‬

‪Can be fragile‬

‪But the spirit that lays beneath‬

‪This is the constant‬

‪We should hold on to‬

‪And we can build it‬

‪Or let it grow weak‬

‪But stronger‬

‪Is always in your control ‬

©Entirety 2017

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Cemetery Secrets #augustfalls

‪I keep searching 

In hopes of finding you‬

‪But cemetery secrets‬

‪Are rather coming through‬

‪And it’s only your ghost‬

‪That still lives here‬

‪And why should I be surprised‬

‪That the secret‬

‪That I still love you‬

‪Is written everywhere‬

‪But on the stone‬

‪That holds your name‬

©Entirety 2017

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It Takes a Certain Man #julyfalls

‪Gallantly he fell‬‪

Betwixt and between‬

‪  illdefined ‬

‪     yet satisfied‬

‪With being seen‬

‪As misshapen‬

‪For societies norms‬

‪And he was never‬

‪More himself‬

‪Than when he lay‬

‪In the gap‬

‪Of what you think‬

‪He should be‬

©Entirety 2017

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The Birthing Bed #julyfalls

‪Silence from the raven‬

‪Perched on the post‬

‪Of the birthing bed‬

‪As the smells of earth‬

‪Copper and sweat‬

‪Fill the air‬

‪And an onyx stone‬

‪Warmed by flesh

‪Between a woman’s breasts‬

‪Welcomes the babe‬

‪And the raven squawks‬

‪With its very first breath‬

©Entirety 2017

Photo by Amkholsa on Flickr

The Cover Backstory #behindthescenes #insidescoop #DearPoet @ParisAndren

The cover for Dear Poet felt a bit painstaking.  Paris Andren shared with me many a web site to look for premade covers and we tossed back and forth ideas often.  I hummed…I hawed…I said a lot of things would make do, BUT WHO WANTS TO MAKE A BOOK THAT WILL JUST DO?? Not I.  I needed to love it.  Paris gave me the idea that I could always commission an artist, but that was risky, and I know my personality.  If I got an artist to do it, and I didn’t love it, I would a) feel bad, b) use it anyways, or c) slink off into the background and hope they didn’t notice I didn’t use it anyways.
So I mentioned it to another writer friend of mine and she said, have you ever seen @sparksflyidraw on IG?  I had never, so I went to IG and flipped through her work.  My word!! Gifted hand, gentle, not obtuse or over the top busy.  It was simple beauty.  I scrolled through to this picture and then I just knew !  I texted her, emailed her, left notes in the comments!! Frantic wanting it to be mine.  And worried like someone would come up behind me and snatch it.  

Art by Nour Tohamy

It spoke exactly what I wanted prayers to a poet to look like: delicate, provocative, beautiful, sensual all falling off the lips of the supplicant.  
She finally contacted me back and we worked together over the marvels of WhatsApp.  Then went back to Paris Andren who with program and fonts, made it look a bit like thorns from the rose were in the font and petals graced the interior section of the book until we got to this.

Art by Nour Tohamy

And what pleasure comes from seeing process result in product.  A product of collaboration between artists that could never have happened otherwise.  I cannot say it enough, but indebted to Paris I will be.  For her patience and her equal desire for me to love it and not just be good with it.  
Community is everywhere.  And I am so grateful to have gifted artists in my presence. xo
If you want to pick up a copy of Dear Poet you can in either Kindle or paperback on Amazon.  With a few chances at book launches locally in the near future I hope.  Blessings x


Unmoved #DearPoet #behindthescenes. #insidescoop

When I first started writing micropoetry on Twitter it wasn’t uncommon for a lot of poetic dancing to occur.  It was a type of “call and response,”  like some of the more traditional churches do with liturgical prayers.  The minster calls, the congregation responds.  On Twitter though the call and response tended to reside a bit more on the side of the profane as opposed to the sacred.  

I remember writing this piece, Unmoved, in a response to another poets prompting.  We were poeting about the vulnerability of expressing yourself through poetry.  I had this sense, even back then, that the words I put on the page would give me all away.  My fears, my fantasies, my anger and worst of all, my deficiencies.    

It was two years later, thanks to a girlfriend, I was introduced to Daring Greatly by Brené Brown.  She delves into the area of embracing vulnerability, to put oneself wholly into the arena to live instead of holing up on the sidelines where it feels safer; where feelings can’t be hurt, hearts can’t be broken and creativity not be judged.  

With pen in hand this was my goal.  To embrace the fact I may be exposing myself through my creativity, putting myself out there, and back when I wrote this piece, the sense that I both needed to and that I was a risk rang loudly true.  

My Dear Poet helped me to embrace putting myself out there, into the arena, to not only be judged though, but to be loved and enjoyed as well.   To paraphrase Brené Brown, if you are numbing yourself from feeling the bad in life, you are simultaneously numbing yourself to the joys.  You cannot selectively numb.

And I didn’t want to live life numb.  So exploring life through poetry, helped me gain the courage I needed to explore the pain, which silumtaneously, (and thankfully) the ability to feel joy.  So yeah, the drops of ink do expose me a bit, but they also free me.

©Entirety 2017

Dear Poet

If you are looking for Dear Poet:  A Book of Uncommon Prayers it can be found here: http://amazon.com/dp/0995199612/