Writing poetry is meteoric light of self-care. A way to heal and discover, shine and find balance; to give words to intense feelings and to honor those precious to me.

"The poets are almost always wrong about the facts," said William Faulkner. That's because they're not interested in the facts, only the truth."

With poetry, I celebrate the divine magic in the ordinary, I nourish my faith, I express joy in my on-going quest to help others.

"A vein of poetry exists in the hearts of all men," observed philosopher Thomas Carlyle.

I have always called my muse eros because of the depth of passion-- that inner force, the love that the poetry seem to spring from. I believe heart and passion give birth to creativity.

"Poetry," said poet Carolyn Forche, "is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing even."

Here is the intimate voice of my soul, celebrating life:

Trees Ronald Loved the Ocean Like the Sweetness of Gardenias For Moser The Treasure e.e. cummings celebration Everything Precious In Life Light From Within Words in a Journal Hey, That David Gray Today With Bright Morning A warm breath Hurt is a funny thing

A Concentration My Daddy's Advice Priest Or Pervert? Iraq, 2003 Easter Wishes Ko`olau Tears Night Surrenders the Sky to the Sun Another True Chance 9 Years Later

Poetry heals and discovers.