Armless in a Box

Unfinished business haunts me. What haunts you?

Here I lay, limp, unworn;

Ragged edges flipped and torn.

Armless, neckless,

Lost and reckless-

Armless in a box.

Had grand plans, had big schemes,

Had sky wide hopes and dreams.

Colors hiding

Without lighting;

Armless in a box.

No one wears me, I’m not petty;

Freedom’s coming, I’ll be ready.

Wear me, love me

Set me free,

No more Armless in a Box


“Instead of letting the negativity of others bring you down, rise up.” It’s harder than it sounds.

Every thing I say,

No matter what I do,

Nothing is ever good or

Perfect enough for you.
Say something nice to me,

Let no complaint pass your lips,

I promise you won’t break-

Might save our relationship.
No matter what you think,

Every thing you fail,

Only makes me stronger; 

My resolve prevails.

The Green Tree

Fairy tales all had teeth in the beginning.

In the darkened wood

The green tree waits alone

The fire is looming

Near to her home

Clear as woman’s tears

Before they fall to the mud

Deep, raw and red

As woman’s blood

Blue is the sky

Before the heavens fall

Blackened roots

Strangle them all

Choke on your words

Like ashes on the tongue

Look to another

The green tree is done


If you lost your memory, what would be the one thing you wished for?

I wish

You remembered

I wish

You’d stop forgetting

I wish

I was still the grandchild and not the adult

I wish

You could tell me stories again

I wish

You were still here with me all the time

I wish

I wasn’t bitter

I wish

Things were the way I remember

I wish

I wasn’t afraid for what’s next

I wish

I didn’t fear for my mother

I wish

I wasn’t afraid for myself

I wish

I wasn’t worried for my daughters

I wish

You didn’t remember what happened to your mother

I wish

Your granddaughters wouldn’t have to see this

I wish

It didn’t hurt so much

I wish

I wish I didn’t miss you so badly

I wish

I wouldn’t cry

I wish

You wouldn’t either

I wish

You remembered

I wish.


I have deep connections to the land where I live, here in Oregon, where the water is cool, the trees are tall, and the sky is as wide as my wondering eyes.

Once, I was a tree.

My toes were roots that

Traveled deep into the soil.

My fingers were branches

Reaching for the sun.

My hair was leaves

Fluttering in the breeze.

The warmth of summer

On my bark was my tan.

The cool snow wrapped

Me up like a sweater

In the winter.

I loved to dye my hair leaves

Different colors in the fall.

In the spring, I tried on

New bark dresses

And adorned my leaf tresses

With greens of all shades

And hues.

The land is my mother,

The sky is my father.

The lakes and rivers

Are my aunts and uncles.

All the trees

are my brothers and sisters.

In their arms,

I thrive.


Sometimes, when we lose hope, it can be easier to decide to give up than to keep fighting.

Hope is a burden I cannot shoulder
Disappointment is so much more clear
Wanting something causes need
To make you hold something dear

It will be better to become stone
To never want anything
Wanting something gives it power
To desire the feeling it will bring

Desire, that old enemy of stone
It rears up and bites, grips you
In its fierce jaws where you writhe
And struggle, you do

I’m a maiden of rock, sure
A creature of silent remorse
I bear my crushed hope
And sink beneath its force

Hope’s lost warrior
Doesn’t live here
Find another believer
To dwell in fear

I am not she
Not the one
It isn’t me
I’m done.


Greek mythology cautions no one’s fate is their own, but is rather a fabric created, measured, and severed by Clotho the Spinner, Lachesis the Measurer, and Atropos the Cutter.

I am the twisted and tangled of things,
Rolled and unrolled from colorful skeins.

I am the master of this ship made of wings,
And I am the vessel which all of this brings.

Through my voice the wind howls and sings,
Through my eyes see the splendor of rings.

Moonlight and sunlight by any means,
I am the creator of marvelous things.

I am the master of this ship made of words;
I am the owner of these thoughts never heard.

I am the lock whose door cannot open-
I am the key which can never be broken.

Ferocity runs wild and rampant in me:
Tread with caution, ere I let it free.

My thoughts are the tangled and twisted of things,
Rolled and unrolled from bright deadly skeins.