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