Where the Wind Listens

June 2025

  • Moonlit Tangents

    Moonlit Tangents

    I can’t ever do the writing I had planned to do, because the tangents keep leading me deep into a moonlit forest instead. Maybe that’s the writing I was always meant to do, the kind that lets my spirit guide.

  • The Garden Within

    The Garden Within

    There’s something in me today, a warmth, slow and certain, like the first sip of coffee when the house is still quiet and the sky hasn’t quite decided what to be. At first, I didn’t have a name for it. It just felt like a seed, the softest touch on the side of my neck,…

  • Mysterious, Midnight

    Mysterious, Midnight

    Mysterious Midnight There’s a midnight in my window Silent, aloof, misunderstood – Even by himself. He needs no one, Except for that pesky Need for companionship – But only in his terms. I come to sit in the window Of this room And of my heart, Warming my presence Like the full moon On a…

  • When I am With You

    When I am With You

    This poem is a love letter to the ones with soft paws and sleepy eyes, who hold my heart and ask nothing but truth in return.

  • I Can’t Help But See It

    I Can’t Help But See It

    A quiet poem about shared wonder, sacred seeing, and the ache to be truly known. For anyone who’s ever pointed at beauty and whispered, “Do you see it too?”

  • The Voice That Saved Me

    The Voice That Saved Me

    In the chaos of a summer season, when exhaustion hung heavy and grace felt far away, a stranger’s voice broke through. Nearly a decade later, I still carry him in my heart—and perhaps, in some quiet way, he saved me.