Oceans of Mine

Poems, essays, and photographs, with music and the other things worth loving finding their way in. Writing about what it feels like to exist in a space and in a time, shared in a way that invites you into a space already lived.

Silver Linings

A poem written in 2020, looking back at a marriage whose damage I kept hidden. The silver lining was real; it simply never came from him.

#Animals

Liberty

You were here with me in my dream I would rather you were here, colors gleaming gold and copper in the sun through the jet of your coat; I would rather you were

Stallion

I am but a girl Hiding Peeking ‘round the fence of your vast lands Mesmerized by the expanses of its beauty In wonder at the luxuriousness of your soul Afraid To trespass, uninvited,

#Art and Beauty

A Sonnet in Pink

’Tis true, I never thought to think, to dream, To find the words while crafting this, midstream; And yet, t’was but one color that did seem To reach, inspire, set my mind

Ode to White

Tucked into nearly-nothingness The fall of snow, I must profess - Aside from chill that does repress My eager heart and mind - May be of Nature's best success The purity does

The Muse

“The trouble with a muse,” (my dear friend said) “is that one cannot control it.” I am bound by the aches and pains, By the emptiness and the questions that remain In the

#Beach

Blue-and-Red

Blue sand underfoot Chilled children’s drinks drain away Boiling crabs blush bright red Quarter Crazy Marathon Quarter 3 - 2020 Prompt 4 - 12pm EST Prompt #4: Write a poem about blue sand and

#Conflict and Reckoning

So-and-So

So, you don't want the words I spill, pouring from this surging swell, cresting lips you've known so well from depths of me you've helped to fill

Only You

Only you Defied reality Defiled my mind Withstood my sea Came back to me Not only you Resisted reality Withheld your mind Shrank from my sea Came back to me Only you (And

If You Ever Wonder Why You Lost Me

If you ever wonder why you lost me All you have to do is remember The countless words I spilled for you Swept aside like autumn leaves Blown away like apple blossoms Discarded

#Drink

The Holidays, Part Two: A True Christmas

Over the years, I’ve come to enjoy “The Holiday Season” in so many different ways.  In my youth, we enjoyed the traditional Christmas at home with family and piles of presents and

#Fiction

Ode to White

Tucked into nearly-nothingness The fall of snow, I must profess - Aside from chill that does repress My eager heart and mind - May be of Nature's best success The purity does

Two

He wasn't there at all; it was just the music that made her heart ache, swim, stir like those moments when they had kissed, when he had touched her hand, when

As the Life of a Tree

"I know we're over," she said, her head hanging limp like a dying flower. Thirteen did not even have tears to cry.  Her head felt full and fiery, like

#Food and Restaurants

The Eye of the Needle

Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the Kingdom of God. Matthew 19:23

The Gods' Portion

I actually found myself depressed as 5pm rolled around and the number of people at the cafe thinned out.  The guys next to me moved to another empty table where they’d have

#Heartbreak and Loss

numbers divided

five days ago i wrote to you wishing I’d hear from you three weeks ago you wrote to me but, one word will never do nine years ago we scened but once

If You Ever Wonder Why You Lost Me

If you ever wonder why you lost me All you have to do is remember The countless words I spilled for you Swept aside like autumn leaves Blown away like apple blossoms Discarded

#Letters

Speaking in the Face of Fear

Say it to me again, yet again Those words that drip with fiery ice Squawk, tear at me due to hidden pain Tell me calm words are not so nice Tell me, you

#Longing and Desire

numbers divided

five days ago i wrote to you wishing I’d hear from you three weeks ago you wrote to me but, one word will never do nine years ago we scened but once

Two

He wasn't there at all; it was just the music that made her heart ache, swim, stir like those moments when they had kissed, when he had touched her hand, when

Whispers

Tuck your nose behind my ear Speak so softly I cannot hear Lips pressed gently to my skin Murmur nothing again, again Slip your fingers up my throat Utter hushed words so remote

#Love and Devotion

Two

He wasn't there at all; it was just the music that made her heart ache, swim, stir like those moments when they had kissed, when he had touched her hand, when

Different Love

You may know so many things, be attuned to my mind... But do you know the depths of love? Why stop a feeling that is so kind? Why stop a lover's

Tender

Tender is his heart, Tender is his love, The one who reaches me, Plucked me from skies above; Tender is his touch, Tender is his kiss, And tender is my heart for him;

#Love and Romance

numbers divided

five days ago i wrote to you wishing I’d hear from you three weeks ago you wrote to me but, one word will never do nine years ago we scened but once

So-and-So

So, you don't want the words I spill, pouring from this surging swell, cresting lips you've known so well from depths of me you've helped to fill

Two

He wasn't there at all; it was just the music that made her heart ache, swim, stir like those moments when they had kissed, when he had touched her hand, when

#Music

Two

He wasn't there at all; it was just the music that made her heart ache, swim, stir like those moments when they had kissed, when he had touched her hand, when

Too Close to Move

…It’s an experience.  Music is always an experience, for me. I’d shared Alex Clare’s “Too Close” video; my interlocutor is in Europe and hadn’t seen it, hadn’t heard

#Nature

Daydreams

And the world is blue without your arms And grey, without your mind; It’s red, without your kisses, fine, Refined by stalwart art My mind creates a land of charms With vibrant

Ode to White

Tucked into nearly-nothingness The fall of snow, I must profess - Aside from chill that does repress My eager heart and mind - May be of Nature's best success The purity does

#Philosophy and Truth

The Beast in Me

Come to me, you wild beast, You whirling storm of beauty Battered, scarred, bruised and teased You grew beyond majesty Wide, cold skies weep for you In pain, relief and sorrow Rage rumbles,

A Sonnet in Pink

’Tis true, I never thought to think, to dream, To find the words while crafting this, midstream; And yet, t’was but one color that did seem To reach, inspire, set my mind

Muse

We write; and it is not with a blind eye that we see ourselves, nor with deaf ears that we hear the cries of our hearts and souls - and those of others whom

#Photography

Cascades of My Heart

Why ache, my heart when love is come so quick? Why fever's pitch? Or are we both homesick? And yet, the fire's heat melts all this pain to shades

#Poetry Marathon 2017

Whispers

Tuck your nose behind my ear Speak so softly I cannot hear Lips pressed gently to my skin Murmur nothing again, again Slip your fingers up my throat Utter hushed words so remote

#Quotes

Chaos

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s

The Hardest Relationship

“This is the hardest relationship in my entire life,” he complained. If I was any less of the woman I am, would you have been drawn to me?

Why I Like You

That’s why I like you so much. Your heart isn’t dead. Albert Camus, The Just Assassins

#Recipes

Creation Amidst Nothing

As soon as I could when I got back to Hamilton, I went to visit my friend’s used-and-vintage clothing boutique.  She loves clothes, was formally trained and worked with high-

Vanity & Inspiration

I’ve always been shamelessly vain.  I quit playing the viola while in middle school, despite my parents’ and teacher’s assurances that I was skilled, because I didn’t want callouses on

#Reflections

Muse

We write; and it is not with a blind eye that we see ourselves, nor with deaf ears that we hear the cries of our hearts and souls - and those of others whom

Tumultuous Vibrance

Nothing grand was ever so achieved by waiting patiently, nor ever found its fulness in life completed alone.

#Reviews

The Gods' Portion

I actually found myself depressed as 5pm rolled around and the number of people at the cafe thinned out.  The guys next to me moved to another empty table where they’d have

That Wasn't "Ketchup"

I don’t really like veggie burgers. They were alright when I first tried them, when they were novel and restaurants like Hard Rock Cafe served grain-based GardenBurgers instead of soy-based

Saturated in Subtleties

It’s greaaaat... to be alive...!Jo Stafford and Johnny Mercer, 1949 It’s been over a year since I last set foot in Hamilton’s Baltimore House, an eclectic coffeehouse overlooking King

#Travel

Cascades of My Heart

Why ache, my heart when love is come so quick? Why fever's pitch? Or are we both homesick? And yet, the fire's heat melts all this pain to shades