Tanka about thunderstorms.

Thunderstorms. The power they hold & the intensity they can bring. To witness the night as it falls…to watch as the sky is illuminated by the power of nature.

A poem exploring bi-polar disorder, a topic that is often pushed off to the side and never really discussed, merely masked with medication.

Once in awhile thoughts in one’s head are like a thunderstorm. Sometimes thoughts are hard to get a hold of and put into something recognizable.

We decided to shampoo the rugs with annoying results.

In early 1000 AD, an young Knight Justice lived. He fought in many wars. In these wars he killed many people. Yet, he did not make the choice to be a knight, but someone with desires of wealth.

I am one with the weather.

A poem.

Written during one of Michigan’s great thunderstorms.

My daughter’s fear of thunderstorms inspired this.