One can learn a lot in 2 years.

Today I am officially 2 years sober from alcohol!!! I am laying in bed at 10 o clock in the evening, nursing an ear infection, with a dinner that for some reason upset my stomach and had me in the bathroom for 30 minutes (TMI, I know. Deal with it), and yet, I am smiling. …

Spoken Word Poetry – My Messy Beautiful

Recently, I got involved with spoken word poetry. Now, I've been a poet since I was 15. I spin words like a grandma spins yarns for knitting blankets, sweaters, and baby booties. Some of you have picked up on my poetic ways through various posts. However, spoken word is a whole new experience to me. …

distilled. (a poem)

distilled.faces flashed by.warp speedslowed byyour eyes, my eyes.I caught thema butterflywings flutteringsoftly against my hand.Wide openyou gulpeda world full ofbrackish waterThrough the opened lidseverything floodedan ocean in yourone entire drop of self.But you laughed.because beauty ofasymmetryis this...that by swallowingthe oceanyou can losethe dropand all youever wantedwas to bea very lost drop.distilled.

my hands are small

It's not metaphorical. It's true. I have tiny hands. Size 4.5 ring finger. And they can't dot things neatly, like that title up there that sits, balancing, without a period to stave off the anxiety of no ending. My hands can't stop uncertainty. "My world keeps spinning around." like the lyrics of this song that …