Cats Eye

Your words roll toward me

across the table of silence

like cats eye marbles

that I can pick up and examine

wonder at the jewel toned beauty

the sculptured moments captured inside

the delicate swirl drawing me closer

defenses forgotten as I contemplate

the gifts offered








encased in glass

awaiting my need

should I choose

to stow these precious orbs

in a soft pouch hanging from neck

falling close to my heart

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Little Words

Little words

can tumble

out of


into ears


Little words


say nothing

that matters





Of course


Let’s do that

Call Me

Bye now


Little words


say everything

that matters


I miss you

I hear you

I see you

I’ve got this

You’ve got this

I care


Take my hand

I love you

I’m here


Little words

can tumble

out of


into hearts

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The Shape of You (Rae’s Song Revisited)

Tiny white lights twinkle

nocturnal noises provide a rhythm

for conversation’s give and take

We wrap each other gently in words

painting a night sky canvas together

giving glimpses

of our separate worlds

universes apart


Words written

spoken from afar

something fragile grows

You become brightness in my life


awaking things long dormant

I become the roots beneath your feet

grounding you

offering you shelter


The shape of you continues

to grow within my heart


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What Little Girls Are Made Of

She had always been puzzled

by the idea that little girls

were made of sugar

and spice

and everything nice


In her experience

that’s not what

little girls

were made of at all


The mean girls smelled

like cruelty mixed with uncertainty

Disdain peppered with insecurity

Ravenous hunger and envy


Some girls smelled like

saccharine sweetness

and copper wire

wound too tight

Always trying to please

to be liked

to be popular


Others just wanted

to fly under the radar

to escape the notice

of mean girls who torment

of chameleon girls who offered

friendship only to shun them

the moment the mean girls

or a boy



She was a different

kind of girl

The quiet, watchful kind

She had constellations

in her eyes

Oceans in her soul

Ageless wisdom in her heart

Steel in her spine

Fire in her blood

and patience

Her time would come


There weren’t many

girls like her

but when they brushed

past each other

in school hallways

or crowded streets

the recognition

was like lightening

Eyes would meet boldly

and they would smile

the secret smiles

of their kind

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The Comfort of You

Warm towels

fresh out of the dryer

dry socks

when the cold rain

has soaked through my shoes


Cool hand

on my forehead

when feverish

Latest book

in a favorite series

arrived just today


Arms reaching out

to hug me

at the end of a long day

Chocolate chip cookies

fresh out of the oven

gooey warm


Ed Sheeran

on Spotify


episode of

The Magicians

on the DVR


My iced coffee

just the way

I like it

waiting and ready


This is what

your love

feels like

to me


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Peeling back my layers

Slowly, gently, carefully

One by one

Like the petals of a zinnia bud


My instinct is usually

To stay your hand

Afraid of what we will find

When we reach

My core


Delicate stirrings

Like butterfly wings

Whisper to me

To let you closer

Allow you to continue to unfold me

Slowly, gently, carefully


Growing hope that when we

Reach my center

We will find incandescence

We can bathe in


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