Friday, January 22, 2016


Just let good love
fall where it may
And let me catch
every drip-drop
So that it may
be given away
To curl up
the cheeks
To serve you
to smilin'
And feasting
on good medicine.

Monday, November 2, 2015


I can read the silence
in the changing tone
Questions left unanswered 
Realities I've always known

Sifted cards 
that return to play 
Smoke that cradles 
a well-placed mirror

The journal begs to be rewritten 
in the mind's reset in tears


Tuesday, October 27, 2015


Days fall in weeks .... months to years...all in the matter of compressed space....eternity in a blink of time...

but still... I Am at the other end of the hall...and so are you...

 I hear you...those familiar sentiments echo the corridor...sinking palms to plastered walls...the shadows warm the glass...

though each door it closes on itself ... My heart knocks ... #barefacedheart

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


Pulled strings make the prettiest sounds
All stretched tight
All tied down
Neatly in a row
In the line of together
The thin of wound it's making 
Pays its rent in the strike its taking 
That one last ounce to meet its weighty
Of failing to play its part anymore
Curled Qs hold their pretty on the floor

-barefacedgirl #barefacedverse

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

I'm thankful that 2012

I'm thankful that 2012 is a year of change and blue skies and that although I've lived half my life, probably more than I would like to admit, the best part of living...that starts today and everyday I choose to walk in that promise..everyday I choose to walk in the light...everyday I choose to walk in freedom. The only one who can make that choice is me. I will dance in the field of whatever may be and the whatever wills, knowing that every time I let go of my agenda, something beyond beautiful is in the happening and right in front of my face. #barefacedjourney

Sunday, June 22, 2014


Calling to me
The end of the path
The twisty turns
Of indecisive reason
That has a sense of order
In its cobblestone effect
It holds my feet
In the light that pulls 
A mind through it
The night draws hope 
for sunlight's bloom
Calling to me
The end of the path
And the bright 
of a next foot's stepping 
The backwards 
front ways of it all
Finding a shore's 
Most capable nesting
Turning my sails
To conquer rough seas

Friday, June 13, 2014


I write you
In the acrylics 
And scribbled lead
The kind of friend
That I hoped for
In diamond dusting
The wishful blow of fluff
The kind of hero
That scaled towers
To wrap a tender heart
That fail-safe framework
Pulling haloed 
Circled shadows of a savior
You never had
The capacity to be
Between the smooth of skin
And the lines of soul
I paint you in