Poetry

Poetry is what you find
in the dirt in the corner,

overhear on the bus, God
in the details, the only way

to get from here to there.
Poetry (and now my voice is rising)

is not all love, love, love,
and I’m sorry the dog died.

Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)
is the human voice,

and are we not of interest to each other?
ELIZABETH ALEXANDER

This sense of sacred profanity stimulates
my perpetual re-balancing of sanity.

Poetry is an expression of intersubjective truth, beyond the rational or obvious.
It is a means for us to honour another person’s honest reality — their textures, their perceptions — and to appreciate non-competitive distinctions from our own divergent opinions and experiences.

When working with groups, I encourage creative forms of inner expression to lead our attention into a space where we may have broader awareness, and acceptance, of complexity.

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Occasionally I am published, commissioned to write, or asked to perform my poems.
As a vehicle for my soul to be witnessed, it’s delightful to share what arises in my consciousness.

See below for a selected archive of my works.

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