One Hungry Mama

One hungry mama searches for food to feed her llama

One hungry mama doesn’t want to stir up drama

One hungry mama is well acquainted with the inverse relationship between generosity and riches

One hungry mama provides an elite service for the rich, but without pay

Don’t they know that everyday I work without pay, I drain what I have saved?

They know that I have my first baby on the way, they comment on my belly sway

For all their learnedness, don’t they know how to treat a human decently?

For all their pretending to care, don’t they care at all?

Every lowly job I worked before this one paid me in some way, even when I was being trained

One hungry mama couldn’t help but wonder if she might get paid if she wasn’t pregnant, or if she were a man

Avoiding paying me while working just to avoid paying me while I’m on maternity leave is a double-dick move, she couldn’t help but feel

One hungry mama has needs that are real

I don’t need much, but I need something to keep my family financially afloat

My man works, but he doesn’t save or provide for his family

Money drains out of his hands faster than it comes in, that is the way it has always been- he gives hefty donations each week to the church and those who ask him for help

Yet when I ask him how our own family will survive, he simply says, ‘God will provide’

I love him anyway, as irate as it makes me to witness his lifelong commitment to impoverishing himself unnecessarily

One hungry mama doesn’t know what to do, torn between the ideal of the quality of work she wants to deliver and the real quantity of money she needs to feel respected and to survive in this modern life

One hungry mama has trouble sleeping at night

Pressure piles on her, she is fixing to pop

One hungry mama wonders when her hunger will stop

One hungry mama considers taking on another job, even though her time and energy it will rob, even though the work is taxing and without break

One hungry mama waits for the light of day

Whiskey Cowgirl

We were two whiskey cowgirls in the concrete desert

We had cowgirl hats, boots and southern drawls, but what I remember most is the whiskey

She introduced me to that now-familiar burn

I shot it back like I was born with a bottle in my hand, playing it cool as my esophagus was scalded

I later came to understand the influence of my genetics (coming from a long line of alcoholics) and my environment (growing up around drinkers- it was the norm)

We left our small towns for the big city when we were young and pretty. I was 18 and she was 19 when we met.

She put me on a first-name basis with the four horsemen of the apocalypse: Jim Beam, John Jameson, Johnnie Walker, and Jack Daniel

We were fresh as we poisoned our flesh on the brink of young adulthood

We were roommates in a poor neighborhood, clawing our way toward a better life through education as we strived to save the world along the way. We thought we were so clever.

She recognized in me what can only be known through personal experience; the effects of childhood abuse and neglect

She likely survived worse, although trauma is immeasurable

We never talked about it outright, but I reckon all that booze was our way of drowning out the pain, an ineffective anesthetic and amnesic.

I didn’t know that instead of filling the howling depths within us, we were only digging them deeper with each drink

Years passed. We used to share a bed, and now there is a continent between us.

When I speak with her, she is drinking still. She has transitioned from whiskey chased with cheap beer to fine wine, has her life in line with a successful career, loving husband and bright children, however I fear she is slowly drowning herself with the same toxic habit born of the same pain- the gaping wound of childhood

She will always be my older sister, though I walk my own path and see my own way

I wish healing for her and for all beings today

A Woman in Time

Instead of dying my hair, I changed my mind

Instead of combatting aging lines, I smiled wide

Instead of manicures, I dug in deep

Instead of pedicures, I danced with my feet

Instead of starving myself to stay slim, I gratefully ate what was given

I had more than enough love in my life without looking for a date

Instead of accessorizing, I simplified

I am one woman, trying to live right

Winter Love

In the soft glow of winter

Through the bare branches

Out of the fading sky

A vision of my love appears

The first blossom of Spring

Winter to winter, the various faces of love change

This one has a spark in their eye

This one has strong hands

This one, this one

My love changes

The trees remain frozen in their dance

Kindly yielding to me a glance

Of my love

Crime Scene

I return to the scene of the crime

Where foolishly I thought you were mine

You stole my heart, or rather, I surrendered it to you easily

Wish I knew how to take it back for me

Blame it on your James Dean looks and intoxicating pheromones

Restlessly waiting for your love, I became a rolling stone

Slowly, slowly I accepted the reality that you would never be mine

Now I see that it was all for the best

I grew tired of singing the heartbreak blues

Frozen in time, you were a perfect statue

I see the blood on my hands, and realize it is mine

I broke my own heart, and I healed it

Thank you for the role you played on my sacred healing journey


May there be peace in this world as a result of peace in my heart

May the divine in you be victorious

Whatever your day was, bless it and let out a sigh

Nourish yourself first

Take off the headphones of what others are saying

No one will treat you as well as you treat yourself

You were born to heal yourself

I was not born into this life to suffer, I was born to experience bliss

While winter reigns the earth reposes but these colorless green ideas sleep furiously

Beyond Beyond

Go beyond beyond

To the soup of consciousness, the quantum state, the cosmic womb

Remember our empty, infinite, divine nature

We are the creators of our life

It is up to us to heal our wounds, take care of our physical, emotional and energetic bodies.

On the rat wheel, what are we running for?

Hear the call to clean up your life.

Here resistance to the call, the fear to get out of your comfort zone

Take the leap, cross the threshold of inner adventure

Leave that toxic job, that toxic relationship

There is medicine for you on the other side of what calls you

Move from the zone of ordinary power to the zone of extraordinary power

Risk dying to who we have been to be born anew

Spend time in the belly of the whale: experience fears, inner demons

In the dark night of the soul, nothing familiar can hold me anymore, structure breaks down, revealing opportunity to build new structure

Floating in nothingness, I rest in the cocoon

Feel your wings, fly and fly

Encounter feminine in a new way: warm and kind, or wrathful and powerful

Father mountain will always protect me

I call in the masculine and feminine aspects of the divine

We have a precious gift, it is our task to give it to the world

Everything we do has to be for everyone and for the world

That is when we stop feeling lonely- when we feel connected to the web of life

What is the gift we are bringing to the world

We must give it- this is our hero’s journey

Every belief is limiting, but operational

You can’t change your mind until you change your brain

I have ceased to exist, only you are here

I don’t know who I am, but I think I’ll brush my teeth anyway

Emptiness is not empty: the quantum field is full of particles and directionality

Interconnection can be experienced

Who am I, where did I come from and where I am going?

Religion says I am going to heaven or hell

Science says I am one hundred trillion cells from primordial soup, not going anywhere

Spirit says, ‘Who is asking the question?’ I discover that I’m really not anyone.

The answers are not as important as asking the questions

Before we were born, we gathered together in a field.

An angel appeared and said, ‘It is going to be a rough ride, who wants to be healers?’

We volunteered.

Call on your lineage of medicine men and women

Tune in through your feet to Mother Earth’s Heartbeat.

It is ok for you to be here, this is your world, you belong here, this is your playground

You don’t have to be afraid, you can be yourself, the words will come to you, you can let people see you

We cannot be timid or disempowered in times of great crisis

The time is now to become a luminous being

Establish right relationship with all of creation


I used to study TV shows and movies to learn what to say in social situations

I was just another girl with undiagnosed autism

The borrowed words of others did not fit well into my life, because I could not defend what I had said.

I mistook your outer attributes as a reflection of inner beauty, until you opened your mouth and nothing came out.

Maybe your treasure is buried deep, under your deafening silence punctuated by sharp criticism.

I want to splash paint on your rigid walls and mud on your pristine luxury vehicle.

I feel the razor’s edge with which you critique yourself and the world and I know it won’t be long before I feel the sting of that blade, until your guillotine comes crashing down on my neck.

I’m not perfect- I need you to accept that, and I will try to do the same for you.

If you are so skilled at reading energy, why can’t you see that I’m not into you?

The Cactus and the Rain

‘I’ve wanted you for so long’, called out the cactus to the rain.

‘And I the same’, replied the rain, ‘my journey was far, and I had to transform myself many times to arrive by your side.’

‘I’ve waited here without moving, only growing slowly closer to you’, said the cactus.

At last, they shared a sweet kiss.

‘Drink me in’, said the rain, ‘and know that I am always within you, for even when you feel the scorch of the sun, remember that we are both two and one.’