The Faces of My Colleagues
Seeing heroes in the faces of colleagues during a COVID-era Zoom call.
Verse, fragments, and attempts at capturing something ineffable.
Seeing heroes in the faces of colleagues during a COVID-era Zoom call.
A meditation on mourning and the irreplaceable void left by the loss of a life.
Wrestling with self-doubt and finding reassurance in the voices of caring friends.
Rising phoenix-like from ashes through effort, trust, and the simple act of trying again.
A nighttime run connects to something primal, ancient, and urgent.
Breaking through the lonely conviction that no one sees or loves you, through small acts of friendship.
A tribute to a friend's hummingbird-like energy, questioning whether such creatures should ever slow down.
Standing on a grey December beach in Santa Monica, comparing LA's playful drizzle to English cold.
Comparing the joy of achieving a yoga arm balance to birds gliding on the wind.
The dehumanizing experience of being shuffled through airport security and air travel.
Finding peace, safety, and honest judgment in the simplicity of weightlifting.
An invitation to escape the branded, commercial world and drink deeply from creativity.
Discovering that the chaos I blamed on the world was the cyclone within myself.
Celebrating a dancer whose movement speaks an ancient language more eloquent than words.
The bitter aftermath of a breakup, when soft words feel hollow and anger runs deep.
A love poem comparing the glittering beauty of someone's eyes to kingfishers in flight.
First impressions of Los Angeles at night from Griffith Observatory, where city lights upstage the stars.
The interplay of breath, muscle, and bone in the moving stillness of yoga.
A personal manifesto poem about truth, love, and becoming the person I want to be.