Poems

Tell me, in all your travels, have you ever seen the origin of the universe unfold before your eyes? I have… once. At night, a night on the Oregon coast.

Shamon, don’t give up. The stones are already in place, we merely need to step— One at a time. Don’t slip. Your shadow is only your low-hanging cape.
Onto it, sew your doubts.

Long before there was ever an oath in his name, Hippocrates knew there was nothing funny about the humors. He knew what real wounds were made of…

Oh, Rumi, | I do not want to hear this right now. | Don’t speak to me about bravery and sharp | compassion. | I have had howling hurt | And it sucks. 

2018 Haiku Contest Results: Congratulations to the winners of the 2018 Dreamers Haiku Contest! Tiny poems with big meanings…

Mud Season, Graceless & Violet Abandon – Poetry by Nina Denison – July 14, 2018 – Mud Season, Graceless Difficult to explain How April makes us queasy How the air reeks Blowing out of winter It quickens our breath to smell the last wreck Whatever it was Tease what this year’s will be Air turns thick for us Like open… Read More »Mud Season, Graceless & Violet Abandon

After seven years of your screams | streaming past cracked mirrors, your flushed | face drowning in its own imagination | flooded yellow rooms reflected…

Writing about painful experiences helps me to work through the complex emotions, lay the anger to rest, and move on.

Helen of Troy stares in the mirror | and wants to destroy what stares back. | She’s fifteen. She doesn’t know yet…