The Star Inside

mallow star


She cradles her weakness deep,

tenderly touching places

that crisply curl past their prime;

she treasures bent blooms, broken

foliage. When petals lose

their sheen, her soul stirs, shouting

joy in exuberant notes,

song of the ancients who learned

secrets from secret sorrows.

To such spirits as hers, pain

is welcomed as Mentor, friend

whose sage presence sears blossoms

but harvests seeds. Thankful

heart, this, whose troubles have stripped

away the peripheral,

baubles which blocked her brilliance,

kept her from being a star.



A Star Is Born

Birch Star

His words and actions

cut deep, with razor-thin precision,

and what is more messy

than bleeding vows?

While she never ordered

open-heart surgery,

she already knows

that her scabs

will make her a


Child of Light

morning glow frosted pine

Child of Light,

we’re frozen here –

smeared with blight,

not Christmas cheer;

Shine Your star

into dark hearts,

draw us where

true healing starts.


For the beautiful children of Connecticut – we miss you already…

The Secret of the Star

Deeply carved into our skin

a secret is revealed;

a star belongs in each of us

when layers are repealed;

when knife meets flesh, the blood is drawn,

imbedding seeds of doubt –

but trials are the only way

our star is wrestled out.