I met a buddhist monk on the streets of Auckland. He followed me around the town, talking to me about his spiritual path. He spoke about his life, celibacy, and devotion to God. When he left he handed me a book on Buddhism. I still have it to this day. I met a hippie...
This past week I had the wonderful opportunity to guest blog for my friend and poetic blogger-extraordinaire, Christy Birmingham at www.poeticparfait.com. I was inspired to write this after thinking about who I am and where I have come from. Hope you enjoy! And check...
She walked in, Without no shoes. Her bare feet covered in mud. She walked in, With her heart on her sleeve. Defenseless and ready and raw. And the patrons they turned, With their drinks in the air, And their jaws barely hitting the floor. “Did she really walk...
When I was in high school I was fascinated by chemistry. Strange coming from a literary geek, I know. But what greater story is there to write than the story of our bodies? Or how the universe works? Lately I have been thinking back to those high school days. Days...
