Starmoth Press

a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

Tag: devotion

  • For when moments slip through fingers like sand

    a poem written yesterday
    in a hurry
    because everything felt fleeting
    But that’s okay
    Each second is a molecule
    Slowly moving past my
    Point of perception
    We do what we can
    White-knuckle
    Grip on reality
    Try not to let
    The whirlwind yank us free
    But maybe it’d be better
    If we just let go.

  • Keep trying


    A poem on staying alive and present in a heart-shattering world. Every night I take a walk around sunset, and I almost always take photos of what I see to remember the moments that remind me of the interconnectedness of all things. It’s a reminder that we are all god, and all the space between all things is god, and at our basic level, we are all the same. As a recovering addict, it can be hard to witness this world that sees children and people dying and suffering in unjust ways. The moment I feel my cells buzzing with the call of brothers and sisters all across this planet, I know I am alive…if just for now. And I can keep going. And I will keep trying. 

  • Touch your forehead to mine

    I feel myself giving beauty away, offering myself whole-heartedly, bruised petals and all. Here is my heart. It is exploding for this world that could be so much more. Let’s put our heads together. Let’s imagine. Let’s build the worlds that will carry us far away from the place this has become.

  • I am a garden

    Growth for no other pleasure than my own

    Collage on paper with image transfer, magazine images, vintage and painted papers

  • embodied adventure

    Ponderings on an evening walk from 08/23/25

  • Creative fire

  • A poem for the Ancient Self

  • A poem from walking

  • Fire energy grimoire pages

    Perhaps not what you would expect for your fire energy energy, but I’m a slow burn.

  • Suddenly I’m writing poetry everyday

    And it’s been years since I’ve been able to do that. Going to keep sharing because if my other creative practices have taught me anything, it’s that I enjoy sharing my creations. It makes me feel like a kid again.

    A winter spell
    Speaking of feeling like a kid again…