A poem — It’s been noisy in here racing thoughts and conflicting information being dropped everything is always piping hot like holding a hot rock or melting your tongue on a pop rock. I don’t know anymore all I know is that when I find a rhythm or a rhyme or a piece of peace the…

A love poem — I made peace within and with parts of me I hid in undergarments and garments of perfection the moment I wore nothing but the skin I was gifted. I felt as new as the first day, I shared my body so new to feel lifted past fitting in fitted jeans where…

It was sensual, empowering, and awakening. — It was just another day at Hanlan’s Point, a clothing-optional beach on the Toronto Islands. I’ve been frequenting the beach with my friend and befriending the regulars for a few years now. The beach attracts liberal-minded, sex-positive, and body-positive people, and its fair share of creatives. Lucky for me, I…

Maybe others should join the “shiny happy people laughing…” — I have a big laugh. It’s one of those laughs that’s larger than life. Sometimes I laugh at myself, sometimes I laugh at others, and of course, there are always undercurrents of sexual innuendo, which are my favorite jokes. …

It shone over the harbor and over my life — I saw the super moon light up over the harbor and over my life when the mistress of darkness became the light How is that for a slice of life? The sun always gets the glory but I want to know the moon’s story? How she remains so beautiful in…

But when I pick up the broken piece of my life to piece together jewels from the rubble and discard the heartache, I see how much I have grown, and how much healing I have actually done… — “I’m fine,” must be the biggest lie I’ve ever told myself. It’s right up there with, “Don’t worry about it; it’s no big deal.” Because It Was Never A Big Deal: I Had To Tell Myself To Survive. My central nervous system employed these coping strategies to survive trauma.

A poem — I know it sounds strange maybe a bit deranged but when I’m a healthy weight that means I’m happy. Even though I try to tell myself that those times I couldn't eat because the butterflies took up so much space the truth is that when I feed myself nourishment of love, food, and…

feeling like a strip tease — Isn’t that what traveling is about? (experiencing something new…) like looking out of a gold-plated room with a view of the desert mountains all shiny and new lips dripping with dew or arms dangling off his arm on a balcony overlooking the Vegas strip (feeling like a strip tease talking with such…