[Poem] Administration


The tea arrives on my desk, still warm and sweet

A smile as my door slides closed and a knowing nod

A message with a scan of the relevant mail

With the actions you already took appended

Highlighted in green

The garbage in my office is suddenly empty

While I am talking to an employee

About a compliant

There is a note on my desk with a simple heart

When I through the window in my office

I see your furrowed brow and determined face

Typing away at fixing some problem

Before I know it exists.

Reflected behind us both on the tinted window

The sign on my wall that reads


“Today is the day”


So I stand up and go tell you

How much I appreciate all you do

To keep me running and smiling

To keep us all running and smiling.

Words worth many thoughts

I have been posting a lot of poetry recently. I have still been practicing daily tarot draws. Sometimes those go up over on my Instagram, sometimes those just go into my tarot journal.

I am nearly out of pages in my tarot journal. I am planning on switching on March 21st into a new one. I will prepare a post documenting the setup here if anyone is curious.


Co-Workers draw

Today a co-worker came into my office and the topic of tarot came up. Not having cards handy and wanting to show off The Haiku Oracle* I pulled three cards for her quickly.


We were talking about being at the edge of some life changes and needing to move out of a bad living situation. And how recently it all became clear that that was the next step.

The end of autumn – a season nearly over, into a rough but restful time

a cuckoo crying – turmoil in the present

veiled in morning mist – the early day parting of the cloud of sleep, seeing things fresh and new.

We agreed it was fitting, hugged and got back to work.

I pulled these three for myself:




My current goal is slowing down, doing less, reserving energy more. I am trying to show up for myself the same way I show up for others. All I could think of with this little verse is how seeds sleep waiting for spring in the cold beds of winter gardens.

Things are going to change, I can feel it.




*The Haiku Oracle by Kristen at Over The Moon Oracle, while you’re there make sure you look at the guidebook in their freebies section!  (Here’s their Instagram, you can purchase the deck via Printer’s Studio.)

[Poem] Shadows

(A short horror poem)


The air crackles, like a wool blanket

Breath barely visible in the dark

Moon full above light piercing the clouds

The sky feels close

Pressing in among the trees

It’s too quiet

It’s too still

Shapes among the trees

Noiseless move in the shadows

Or are they shadows?

They are not shaped like people

They are not deer

They are too rounded

They’ve too many limbs

We light a second fire

Closer to the treeline

Unsure what else to do.


[Poem] Glitter

In honor of throwback Thursday here is a poem from 2003.


The ground twinkles

Like in the midst of morning

     In the midst of dawn

          In the twilight of the sunrise

Small fairies

     Tiny pixies

          Little Imps bent on spreading happiness

Came out of the flowers in the failing night

So they could leave sparkling glitter

     Glinting bits of gold

          Shards of broken glass so small they are the air

For those who awake anew

Sad in this world and its apparent lack of beauty

     Lonely in the huge planet

          At home in the mists with the faeries.


March 2003

[Poem] Something

somethingThere is something so perfect in the way you dip your face downward when you are embarrassed.

     In the way you hide in plain sight.

There is something so gentle in the way you carefully capture your hand in mine.

     In the way our hands are the same size

There is something so kind in the way your eyes light up when you tell me you love me quietly.

     In the way you wrote it out the first time.

There is something so soft about your face cradled in my hands, the way you look at me when you know I’m about to kiss you.

     In the way you kiss me back, gently but fierce.

There is something so deep in the way you hold me, like you are holding every iteration of me back through my life, through every life.

     In the way you hold all of me in your arms somehow.

There is something so lovely in the way you come to me when you hurt, even when you know I cannot help from so far.

     In the way you keep me involved in your world.

There is something so beautiful in the way you share your heart.

     In the way you love.

     In you.

[Poem] Spring

“Purple Dew” by Nana B Agyei *

You are like spring

Full of gentle strength

And slumbering beauty

That is peeking up quietly

Seeds sleeping holding

All the knowledge of flowers

Lavender and dew stripped

Prepared to shine to glow

When the sun warms earth

And your face unfolds

A smile so sincere

Birds sing of it’s coming grace



*Image use under Creative Commons 2.0 license – some rights reserved.