A Haiku After a Long Time

Some people can’t live

with just pretend, or even

remote–chaos some

People need it right

There in the living room to

prove their life the rule

Instead of the exception.


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Talking to Grief – Denise Levertov

Ah, grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.

I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don’t know you’ve been living
under my porch.

You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your name,
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider
my house your own
and me your person
and yourself
my own dog.

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Haiku-ishes based on the section breaks in Heartstump

I. Haunting

I feel so afraid

of the darkness within me

I tremble. Each day.

I awaken from

Nightmares, of my own self made.

True creation starts.


II. Essence

Once I know a pain

inside me is really there,

inside me, I dig.

Beneath pain lives all

the simple truth of who we

are, came from, will be…


III. Ascendence


How I first became engrossed

by other people.

Then other people

showed me what true love

looks and feels like: free.


IV. Love

In healing, I find.

Even my pain made of love.

I breathe peacefully.

Healing releases

love held captive, and love

is our gift to the world.


I was working on my poetry book the other day and I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote down these lines.  Each poem is about a different section of my almost finished book, which tells the simple story of someone (me) who had a difficult period in life where she looked inward and saw darkness, then moved through that darkness to learn where true happiness, love, and peace really come from and how to find those things within.  So I wrote a haiku about each section, but I don’t expect that I will include them in the book because they have no concrete imagery (which is atypical of the book’s poetry) and they over-explain the overarching narrative in a way that is more enjoyable if the collection does it on its own… 🙂  But I like them so here they are anyway. Thank you for reading!


(photo credit: Dawn Strawser)


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Hawthore Street Fair Haiku

Damsel in Defense

Turning the narrative on

its head with spy gear.

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Shakespearean Love Sonnets 5 and 6

Hello heartstumpers! I apologize for taking so long to share more poetry.  I’m so caught up in enjoying the beautiful summer sun, the only new poetry I’ve written are love sonnets for a man I love.  ❤

Aside from that, I’m putting the finishing touches on my book.  But I present to you below the fifth and sixth sonnets I’ve written for this man in the past six months.  I hope to write a hundred more…


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What To Do

Make beauty. However

you feel, you want to, with words,

with paint, with dance, with kindness,

open up to dazzling sparkling eyes with
knowing how to.


Make joy.Create

A smile or a tear, comfort someone’s

Fear, it’s ok, simply, by being here, in

This moment, you know.

This too.


Make life. Plant

A tree,  grow a garden, raise

A child to love for the rest
Of your life more than you even
Know how to yet.


Make chaos. Wake

people up! Shake, break,

Shatter, rumble, something
Inside or outside needing
To be rebuilt with what
You know, better.




Make space.
Make time.  For what
You really truly need.  Know that it’s
There, wanting to be seen by you
look at it, look for it and know that

It feels you too, and it will.


Make way. Make way
For love in your life, make love
in our hearts,  in our bodies in our
soul,  in this world, in our world,
That is really the only thing we know
to do right now,


go on,
you know

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Decided to distribute “Poem for Shante” all over the house


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May 8, 2016 · 12:53 am

Things in Mo Mo’s Drawers

I’m publishing a tiny poem here that I wrote six months ago.  In October, my neighbor and friend Mo Mo committed suicide.  And in November when they were cleaning out her apartment, I adopted her furniture as my own.  When I brought it home, I cleaned it off and opened the drawers and found a few odds and ends… I took inventory in my journal…


Things in Mo Mo’s Drawers

A sunflower

seed. Some dry

grass. A broken, fake

nail. Two wooden

blocks duct-taped



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Down the Rabbit Hole Tonight!!!!

In honor of the third annual Down the Rabbit Hole, I’m reposting my Alice poem from last year, inspired by this magical event!  Can’t wait to get all Aliced up and wiggle it!

(Photo by Timmy Wildgoose)   (Event Info)

Fall Down Alice


The rabbit with pink eyes is

calling you now, away from the dingy

ol’ gutter, the crowd, from the ticking,

the chores and the grayer of things,

from your dimes and your diamonds, from

have to’s and needings, to wander

a night, into something so dark

and so deep you might think

you don’t know where you are… did you

drive? No, you followed the rabbit and

fell, where he went with his pocket-watch

I’ll never tell…

Down, down, down, you will go…

It’s a dream and a show!

Come now, take a sly bite or a small

little sip, eat me, drink me, you shrink,

you grow gorgeously big.  Let’s all

run in a circle, and eat tiny cakes

hear the music and see all the flowers

and shapes, let our story take over,

as you take your tea and the mad hatter’s

riddle echoes in our frenzy. We dance

til the queen stands up with her face

red and she turns to us all and says


Let’s sing “Beautiful Soup” and

play games with the gryphon

surrounded by creatures incredibly

vivid, with big eyes and ears and

with smiles so wide you’ll see

galaxies in them and tumble inside.

Play a game of croquet with the king

of the hearts, you can play with the

queen, but you can’t steal her tarts.

Let us smoke with the blue caterpillar

and dance with our limbs changing

size in kaleidoscope trance. Take

a stroll through our Crystal Ballroom

and see what a whimsical

wonderland Portland can be…

Oh the Cheshire cat’s King-unsettling grin

will expand and contort in the radiant din,

a transfiguring smile makes pleasures unreal,

unless you can recapture your power and

kneel to the creatures unknown and

the mystical presence. And watch Alice, fall down

with the wide eyes of innocence

into the rabbit hole, sealing her youth

come fall down with our rabbit, discover your truth.

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