Celebration of Life I was taught to mourn and grieve. Birthed into the physical world, with a goal of transitioning back into consciousness is frown upon. I was taught the gates of heaven would not be open to me. Released into the purest from of…

after Robert Frost The woods are lovely, dark and deep, With branches arching across the divide In the road like spandrels of a cathedral Their tips touching in a loving embrace. Who is to know where this one leads? Down the trodden path I do…

A Covenant with Almighty God, Promises to keep. Responsibilities to realize. Wife to love. Children to educate. Parents to honor. Family ties to build. Honest sustenance to seek. Trusts to fulfill. Humankind to assist. Humanity to preserve. Relationships to build. Integrity to live by. Life…

I am                              free pain          washes                     away       as ears                  fill– sound filtered through.           water each joint                        unbound,  cursed connective…

Choices (My opening line is from Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost)   Between the woods and frozen lake neither path I wish to take, For survival I must choose one I’ll wait for the arrival of the sun.   The…

We don’t know what we don’t know, and in the scope of the universe or universes, we don’t know much. That doesn’t stop self-proclaimed experts from shoveling shit, rejecting truths, from filling our heads with bad info and doubts, filling some heads with assurances that…

But I have promises to keep,    And miles to go before I sleep,                            Robert Frost   Promises kept or broken as the miles disappear in the rear view mirror. Time to sleep approaches. Distances are closer than they appear.  

Stillness (Hour Two) Between the woods and frozen lake there is a little stretch of sand you reach it by the pathway there amid the rushes and the cattails worn down and crushed beneath the tentative step of whitetailed deer. Between the woods and frozen…

by  Karen B Call   Brush grew up around the sculpture that was taller than any man,  blocking the view of it from far away. Maybe that was the Master’s plan.   Critters dashed about, fighting for spots, but some worked together. As if the…

I wake up in a forest and assume it is a dream But there is no wind in sleep and the way the gentle breeze wraps arms around my doubts, I know I am awake. It is no forest I’ve known, for the trees carry…