I’m in

I’m in one of those writing zones where I feel like pouring my heart out to someone. I used to write it down in a notebook or on a piece of paper, but then I realized it created a whole collection of “added stuff” to wherever I might go…So, I am writing to you a story about a girl named Sis.

Sis loved Jesus.

She couldn’t give up on something so perfect, because perfection made Sis awe struck.

She loved the idea of a perfect world.

Perfect people.

Of course she knew her idea couldn’t be shared on a earth with people like her, who also had their idea of a perfect world.

That’s why she loved Jesus, because His world made everyone’s world perfect.

Sis decided one day to stop her ideas and follow Jesus.

She sacrificed a lot

but she knew it was nothing compared to what He had sacrificed.

Sis found a place to go where people loved Jesus as much as she did.

Then one day Sis stopped and she fell in love.

She tragically loved fiercely at a distance.

Her love kept her heart pure.

Then there was a disappearance and she had fallen in love with what disappeared.

She stopped loving God the same.

She thought if she’d ever see him again…

Until now,

God didn’t stop loving Sis.

She forgot,

until now.

So she kept her heart

for God

Guess what

I rolled down my window and I didn’t ask for permission.

If life was just about permission, how would we survive? How would we create?

Creativity doesn’t have to be a permissible mystery.

I believe everyone was born to create.


Goodbye Crazy


my second love

the pain

you hummed

while you

beat your drum

to a word that’s



my second love

the chord

you struck

inside my heart

to turn me to

my pleasure.


my second love

the hate

you sprung

while you sung

your song




my second love

the way you


my present day

with a rhythm

that made me


Take a Moment

The mind of a woman

might leave you strangled,

might leave you blind

but never will it leave you

to stay behind.


The mind of a woman

might kick up some dust,

might kick up a city

but never will it kick up

to settle you empty.


The mind of a woman

might laugh and cry,

might laugh and smile

but never will it laugh

to lie to a child.


The mind of a woman

might start then stop,

might start to doubt

But never will it start

to finish not found.


The mind of a woman

can be many moments.


The mind of a woman

can be without a moment.


Take a moment.


Take a moment.



Misfit Girl

I saw the world

From the eyes of a misfit girl

Full of limitations, disappointments, fear


But then, my eyes were widened

To a pop

And the world spilled out some truth


So, I took notice

And I saw the world

And how it measured


Truth is:

It wasn’t fitting

It was missing

It was lost

And gone forever


When I saw this


I lost the


I lost the girl

And the world

From the eyes of a misfit girl

The Tide

The sound of the rain

Falls like the sound

Of my heart


A river falling

To a tidy sea

Sounds like rain


Love taken all of me

My heart lies to me

She can’t trust the rain


When the tide rises

The river is silent and gone

She’s swallowed up


Love come sharp to

A soft beating heart

A river flowing from tide to sea


It sounds like rain

When the tide comes in

To carry the river free


My heart and soul

Cry sounds of rain

The tide has come to go