Exiting the Trenches
We’ve been under house arrest for days, our gray-cloaked jailers, wispy-haired, roll their heavy carts overhead, jangling their keys, making …
Category: . Contemplative
A Single Day
A Mayfly lives a single day So every moment counts. Her time is metered out to her In minuscule amounts. …
Moment of Choice
Close your eyes! Stay very, very still. Feel the energy all around you. It is your soul, your inner self… …
No falling tears
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …
The Politics of Fishing
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …
Necessary Communication Barriers
The air is untrustworthy in the vein of neighbors, friends and strangers. Essential floats on a field of grey and …
The Angels Weep for Us
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …