Winter Blues

Barren white landscape

walking in drifts of snow

beneath my feet is ice

wind whipped hair

chapped natural crimson lips

cracked hands covered by cotton gloves

winter’s envelope touches the sky

empty branches nothing grows

in the ice cold snow

except Winter Blues.


song of the wind

song of the wind-11/12/15

Autumn blows her leaves

recklessly and refreshes the lawn

with hues of orange, red and brown.

the wind sings a song

between a roar and a hum

the earth bellows a blast

of nature’s music

between a roar and a hum.

the wind sings a song-

as Autumn blows her leaves

leaving a chill in the house.

kindle countdown sales!

Four of my titles will be available as kindle countdown sales. The first is” Art before Words” starting on Oct 28-Nov 4th.

The second is an Autumn Anthology of poetry called,”Dredging up Demeter.” It will be reduced to just 99 cents on Oct 28-Nov 4, 2015.

The third is called “Don’t make me bleed.” It’s a collection of poetry based on having a history of endometriosis.

This sale runs from oct 28-Nov 4, 2015.

The fourth title

is “Memoirs recalled Madness: a personal account of manic depressive illness.”

It will be marked down to just 99 cents starting Nov 26,2015. The price will gradually increase to $3.99 then $6.99. The sale ends on Nov 30, 2015.

upcoming titles free on kindle!!

I am running some ebook promotionals on kindle starting tomorrow Oct 27th thur Oct 31st.

The first is a poetry chapbook called “Red Bones.” To check it out please click this link here:

The second is an anthology of poetry called,”Help Wanted: poets please apply.”

The third is a short story collection and its called,” A mandala that happened on the way to a car crash & other stories.”

Last is my first ebook “Sex in the kitchen sink: poetry and art.”

For a look at all my titles please visit my authors page at:

If you do download a title please consider leaving me a review on my authors page. There are five more titles that will be going on a kindle countdown sale. Thank you, Emily



feeling lost

little small achey

hurt in a healing heart

feeling small

with hidden jewels of happiness

but i cannot find them all

i am lost

at a loss for words

a word like hope

feels too big for me.

there is a ache in my heart

an emptiness in my chest

a sadness in my soul.

sometimes losing hurts so much

you can forget what winning feels like.

the world gives us both

so much to lose

but so much to win.

i feel lost.

its temporary and i know

that I will find what I am looking for.

missing pieces

IMG_0784missing pieces 10-24-15

you’ve passed away two days now

and there are pieces of you everywhere.

its the missing pieces, that i miss.

the sound of your sharp howl bark

the snap of your jaws and teeth-(as you would try to “speak”)

the click-clackey clack of your paws and nails

on our wood floors.

there’s even bits and pieces of your thick

wool like fur on the staircases.

there’s the empty spot where you would lay

under the dining room table.

these missing pieces of the old dog I loved.

the house feels lonely and much quieter now.

letting you go was very hard.

now your somewhere better and hopefully

at peace. No longer in pain just another dog angel

in a sky filled of stardust. But I’m left with memories

and missing pieces of my friend.IMG_0225



Weds 10-21-15


your fur feels like wool

my loyal shiba inu

but as i pet you it comes off in patches.

my breath catches,

deep in my throat -deep down in the place

where tear rivers flow.

and I don’t know

how to say goodbye?

Lord only knows

how hard we tried

to save you from illness and grief.

now as a last resort

is putting you to sleep.

But that’s for tomorrow.

today is for saying goodbye

and your fur feels like wool.

your sleeping most of the time now.

at 13 or 14 years old your no longer

our spunky friend.

you’ve slowed down but we both love you so much.

Tomorrow morning will come soon enough.

I wish there was a way to properly

say goodbye and i love you

my loyal shiba inu.IMG_0225

Rest in peace Moshi Moshi Feb 2001-10/22/15



I regret my decision to stop

taking my much needed bipolar


I regret the pain I caused

everybody and the mania which ensued.

When I am unwell I am simply not myself

I am something other

somebody both frightened and frighting

now I am left to pick of the

shattered pieces of stability

and attempt to weave them together


Apologies just never seem good enough

the devastation seems huge-

regrets loom large

lessons seem to be never learned.

living with mental illness is very difficult

but thankfully I am not alone

I have friends and family

a wonderful loving husband

we get through the tough times together

we get through the tough times together

despite my regrets.

I know this time I will try to do better.

the missing muse

the missing muse-

poetry left me

it left my mouth dry

my words dried up as well

depression and mania

stole my creativity

it stole my summer

the rocky rope bridge

between emotional extremes

it extinguished the flame of poetry

my blog was left lonely empty

now new medications

a path to recovery

trying to find my muse

trying to find my voice

trying to find words

to weld into a web of internet

connections and old friends.