Category Archives: Talking with the Eath

Talking with the Earth – AVAILABLE NOW in eBook!

Hey Everyone! I have the most awesome of news! Talking with the Earth, the follow up to the Number One Best Selling Talking to the Sky, is released in eBook! How awesome is that? I’m thrilled! Here’s the book blurb: … Continue reading

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When Goodbye Becomes Goodnight – A Poem

It’s hard to sleep at night when half of my heart is not beside me. I find it difficult to take in a full breath, when he is not with me. Every time he leaves, saying goodbye when the night … Continue reading

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Growing Invisible Light – A Poem

“What’s wrong with you today?” I looked up. A friend was looking at me with worried concern. “What do you mean?” “Well, you just don’t seem to be here today. Like you’re lost in your head.” “I haven’t had coffee … Continue reading

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Doorways and Starlight – A Poem

I woke in darkness. I got out of bed and walked toward a rectangle of light that shone in the distance. I knew that if I opened the door, there would be brightness to chase away the dark. I opened … Continue reading

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We Are Our Passions – A Poem

“How’s your writing going?” I told him that I was half way through my current novel, that I had written a bunch of poems and short stories. He nodded, looking serious. “I don’t see how you can write so much. … Continue reading

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When Words Aren’t Necessary – A Poem

There are times when we don’t even need to speak, when words aren’t necessary. Every gesture is inductive of words that don’t need to be spoken aloud. When we’re going down the stairs, he gives me his arm. With that … Continue reading

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Strings – A Poem

There was a red thread that ran from my finger and into the air. I often tried to see where it was going or who it was connected to, but it was as if the end was made from air, … Continue reading

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