Present Moment

Present Moment  The past colors our present The present is where we plant our feet But when past was your zenith  How can you stay tethered to present’s sobering reality In nights of sweet reverie When demons retreat to sleep I dream back to the glory days Of untapped...
Service Sets You Free

Service Sets You Free

Service Sets You Free As I lay in my bed Beautiful music soothing my tired head I wonder if the struggle to reach others is worth the pain Of putting your ego on the line Risking hate and judgment from dissenting opinions I fight with fervor to make an impact Sundays...
Love Letter to a Stranger

Love Letter to a Stranger

Dear lover, How do you do? What should I call you? Baby? Sweetie? Honey? Or the most beloved word of all. Your name. The first of many labels forced upon you I don’t know your name, not yet. I don’t know what you look like, what you do, where you live,...
Poetry is a Revolution

Poetry is a Revolution

Quote of the day: “Poetry can be taught, but it really should be lived. Tried, tested, engaged with. Let it in and allow it to change your life.” (from the film, My Oxford Year). I love this quote. Poetry is singing your truth to the world. It is...
The Flames of Life

The Flames of Life

At 27, I’m beginning to recognize and accept the transience of human relationships. Some connections are a spark. Momentary, instantaneous, bright, beautiful, and flickers out as soon as it came. Those are the chance encounters with special strangers who touch your...
Andrew

Andrew

ANDREW  You were the greatest gift of this trip  A week in New York City, the land of my dreams We met at bachata my first night here  About to go home, I saw you dancing I took a breath, stood squarely in front of you, tapped you on the shoulder Daring you to lead...