So I find that valentine’s day

Is a mishmash of an ancient Roman

Orgy where men sacrificed a dog and a goat

And used the skins to whip women


Roots are sometimes important

Celebrating love is unpopular but cards

And candy rack up billions for big business

Love is kind, love is patient loved never gives up


I rise early on this day jet lagged from an idyllic

Trip to Barbados, pondering this love thing

Maybe it’s right that St. Valentines were guys that

Had their heads chopped off sacrifice though unpopular

Is the stuff of love… Gift of the Magi, though I hate the

Thought of killing an innocent dog or goat our ancestors

Sometimes were more accurate in their pagan

Celebrations I take my life in hand and look over

The loving I have done see how profitable it has

Been though at times extremely costly

A human heart is not a pretty little shape

But a beating set of blobs and at times

We have assumed our emotions resided in the bowels

Like the quote I love from Moonstruck

“Love ain’t pretty.” Love makes you get out

In the dirt of life and embrace the beauty of

Blood and guts and this most amazing human trait

Divine in origin and full of grace?


All Capitals


Hey word program do

Not self-correct to all capitals

I hate being in a line like every

Other piece of poet is supposed to write

At night I listen in my sleep and often hear

The voice of God She self-corrects some long term

Error message I have repeated for years until I believe

Illusions splattered across a screen of mortality stealing my

Sensations of eternity, until that breath of Truth beyond brain

And bone opens some ancestral knowing and since I am Her daughter

It is written, on the panting openness of my innermost being where I am

In heaven but right here in the valley of the shadow of death she kisses away all fear.



was it today
i walked out
into the world
and saw myself
luminous lighter
than light full
of dancing at
the coffee shop
the therapist
who traveled here
from far away she
came to learn about
past life regression but we
exchanged thoughts
about spiritual healing
those two men from Brazil
one old one new
held my hand tightly like
i could see them in
a world that had
made them invisible
even the military
guy smiled and
commiserated as if
on our faces there
were traces of God.