In My Own Words

A poet friend of mine has decided to dedicate March to writing only happy poems, on account of he feels he writes mostly sad ones. I woke...

As I'm starting to become a more active member of the Colorado Springs poetry community - Hear Here - I'm beginning to branch out in my...

Just breathe, when your heart is racing. Breathe before you speak your truth in front of a room full of strangers. Breathe through each...

Why does the world fall silent when all I want is its sweet hum to dull the noise in my head? Lips grow still. People pull away. Why am I...

This poem was written to be performed >>> I don't want to be beautiful. At least not in the way you mean when you say that the first time...

Praise feels good. Praise makes us feel gratified, encouraged, and safe. But what feels better is discovering, so many moons down the...

There is no great, hidden secret to living beautifully. I've heard it said that one must simply be 'awake'. What does this mean? In...

There is so much hidden inside every person. A whole, secret world belonging entirely to no one else. To read another's writing is, in my...

I am a restless soul. I am a spirit in need of movement and change and stimulation. I have been laid-up, recovering from surgery for the...

A similar topic to my previous, no doubt, but still distinct in its own right. Change happens to us every day. Our hair grows longer, our...