illustrated poetry
I found myself at the beginning, a zenith if you will ...
one last kiss
And in the end the child was dead ...
black
What rough beast this way comes to breathe in love ....
dreams and dragons
Dreams, Dragons, and the love that binds ...
and the music plays on
lonely on a sunday morning as the coffee stains my mind ...
eternity
I remember days when the air was so thick with lies and ...
flowers and forgiveness
For so long I struggled ...
all i see
Traveling along this path of bones …
on the mat
Almost 15 years ago I walked into my first yoga class ...
sleep
O’ sacred sleep, maker of dreams, in you my wonder lies ...