Summer’s Storm 

No words are needed, their eyes speak volumes. My bandana has the roots of our history, your crown bears the burden of of our presence. Waiting for the elusive, violet streak to deliver me. And of course, it reminds me, always, of you, the diamond behind my third eye, the wind within my right ear. Continue reading Summer’s Storm 


Energetic coursing (as through my veins)

When I reach down into the core of me,

I find you again,

Staring back at my reflection,

Who knew there’d ever be such a connection? Continue reading Energetic coursing (as through my veins)