Quests and questioning
the end of long Transitions
Play, summer is here
Quests and questioning
the end of long Transitions
Play, summer is here
I liked a man, he didn’t like me back
I loved a man, he didn’t love me back
I liked myself, I liked myself back
It took a while but
I love me, and I love myself back
I thought I was broken
But
Love and like never mean broken
They mean capable of
Love and like again and again
Until it fits
each day may we be
gentler with ourselves, the earth,
and each other. Amen.
My ode to trips not taken
But not forgetten
My sister
Her name is
Perseverance
My sister
Her name is hospitality
My sister
Her name is
Love
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be adding poetry to this site that I wrote before I was brave enough to call myself a poet. Some poems may even come with basic doodles and illustrations. It has taken me a while to find my poet voice but it has been an overall fun experience. I like looking back to see how my work has evolve. This poem seemed like a fitting introduction to this project:
The vines of life
always cross
but never do they seem
to get lost
one way and
then the other
never stopping
or losing their direction
but always seeking,
going
until
they
find
their place
Fasting and opening
up to grounding rootedness
Simplify’s desires
Hops plants, bikes, and bread
Septima and poems bringing
Endless joy and delight 



just a few words like
You matter I see you can
Change history’s course
Ice cold mornings of
burnt oatmeal and ice cream break-
fasting in warm beds