if i hold a light to this fire, will the ones who keep me safe see me here, by this fire light?   I breathe into the light of all the Star people, living in the medicine that they love me, too.   if i…

How many more objects, concepts, species, histories that once had happy associations will we have to let go of because industrial capitalism is based on ignorance of the natural order of ecological interdependence? I saw a photo of a wooden swing– unoccupied–surrounded by a field…

Away from the cars, the trucks, the airplanes overhead, The lights, the noise, the electronics keeping us fueled with dread. Deep breath in and exhale out, turning gaze up to the sky. A small piece of the galaxy am I.     https://unsplash.com/@tianhao_wang

Front Porch Strummin’   He strums the guitar Picking a simple tune. With our eyes closed, We tap our feet to the rhythm On the wooden front porch. We all feel the beat and nod our heads. The high, raspy voice floats on a melody…

Here I go driving past the crooked creek We’d throw stones in its pockets and try to pick them up again, only a wish away from desperation It’s today that I’m reminded of you Don’t know where I’m going and even though it’s not been…

Symphonic sorrow sounds of grief emerges a solo possibilities of Hope Coaxing subtle light a duo arises aww, moments of relief   this poem was inspired by Max Richter’s “On the Nature of Daylight” symphonic instrumental

Everything changes – Songs we love Days we want to live in, Who we think of during A slow G7 progression. Our professions Our possessions What holds us and Keeps us– Up at night or down In the basement Of our feelings The place where…

Sunflower Swing the empty swing beckons whoever will take the risk. no criteria, no membership, no permission required. find me and I am yours! the clear path ends at fields of yellow, pollen shared with bees, crunchy seeds a gift to birds, oil for your…

My mother was never a tree, nor a tree branch, nor the leaves that block the sun into shade. She was the shade itself, the cool hand that took away fevers and calmed bruises children got from playing too hard. She was born on a…

after sylvan esso  bass thump guitar pluck shoulders sway finding a rhythm  synth pulse voice cut through press into  coherent cacophony  marinate  all together now  words flow together more feeling then  decipherable lyrics harmonies sneak  voices crescendo  another voice joins three now rhythm moves down…