What type of warrior are you?

Another dagger in the heart

You’d think by now that 

I’d have learned how 

to use my shield,

how to wield my sword…

Guess I’m just not

the type of warrior 

who fights off love. 


the power of words

how many crazy dreams

I’ve shared with a pen and paper,

how many ideas and plans have seen

perfectly blank pages,

how many loves I invented,

how many ghosts I have chased away

with the stroke of my pen

how many dead I have risen,

how many different lives I have lived,

how many hearts I have broken,

how many lies I have told myself to believe,

how many tears I caused, but also joy

because words become feelings

when feelings won’t do

but today I write love into life

and hope in the darkness

because that’s what a writer can do.

Notes to My Pen Pal

I’m sorry I’ve been gone, I’ve had good reason-

I’ve been feeling all the extremes and writing about it, hoping somehow this grief gives life to a book.

there is life amidst death

I’ve read somewhere…

Surely you understand the vortex I’ve been in.
You’re a troubled writer, too.
Tell me, where are you these days? still traveling the world?
What have you written lately?
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.