Ode to My City

This goes out to the city that birthed me, pressured and hurried, With grit and precision that almost swallowed me up. Instead, this natal ambience fostered the whit and intuition Needed to survive what life would throw at me. Twenty five years ago, we lived a day intent on death and ushering in the final … More Ode to My City

Weaving – A Poem

We didn’t let go gracefully.The intricate pattern of our textile was complete. Such bright colors, even flecks of gold could be seen. Leave the imperfections.Leave the beginning stitches that lacked a groove or rhythmBefore experience took over.Before we hummed and clicked into a finished piece. No, you tugged and I pulled.The snags unsettled us.A stitch … More Weaving – A Poem