Now

Somewhere between dreaming big and living in small, ordinary moments, I am lost without a compass. There are fleeting thoughts of huts suspended over water in Bora Bora and jeweled palaces in Jaipur and a horizon of tulips in Amsterdam. There are visions of grand stages and published poems and changing lives in profound and

Landscape

The landscape of my body holds stories that will never be told, perhaps even words that I have never known– ancient dictionaries hidden in the stars of my genes, shaping, deleting, evolving as I move through this life. My heart hold the raucous crashes of Indian rickshaws, and the first caw caw caw of birds

There Is Time

Within us echoes the quiet wail, “There is no time, There is no time.” Time is lost in the striving to fill empty spaces that can never be whole, while clocks spin on and on. If we were to discover time again, perhaps it would be found in melting drops of sun into crimson and

A True Story

There once was a true story of a middle aged woman (when did that happen?) who often didn’t know who she was.  She wanted to be able to give herself a title, a one or two word answer that she could put on a business card, to sum herself up to the world.  More than