poetry like shards of a pot placed back together after shattering at the discretion of...
What would Virginia do? (An overdue ode to the Cascade River in Spring)
sepia swirls over mocking white foam conifers dance and bubbles beckon what would Virginia do?...
Days of Awe
I watch her struggling the life force slipping helpless and holy there is no way...
Nature’s Recess
This is Nature’s Great Recess—for the sake of All Go outside and Play!
Living in Limbo
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Small Things
A few years ago I had the pleasure of collaborating with a dear friend, and...
Past Language
Listen past Language: Your Instinct is Real. Your instinct is Good. Sit. Listen. Hear the...
Honor thy Mother
What day were you born? How many eons have past? How much longer can you...
Truth is
Truth is, come what may the heart of the valley beats the river flows on
A Semi-Salacious Ode to Rhubarb
Ruby red, you rise! Emerging like a young, nubile burlesque dancer From your long Winter’s...