The rural scenery is something I miss The pig farms, the cornfields, the hills, the trees And I would totally be remiss To not mention the changing leaves The coming of age, the small town life The slower pace, the lemonade The games and hobbies,…

Gifu/Gebo   A process of gifting & receiving An exchange built of strong bond & honor Equated by time and sacrifice Gifu should be worn like a Bonner   On the one hand – We should gift with no needs of return A credit and…

. What shall I tell myself this morning, aside from the obvious fact about the rain reporting to work again as it did yesterday, promptly, two minutes past the hour?   My class does not start till half-eleven, so may I now return to bed…

I walk through the fields outside my house, My headphones in, Listening to some old Queen track,   I stop at the stream, Watching the water flow in currents, Splashing over the rocks, in a race to get to the finish line,   I take…

Nothing seems to lock a box and throw away the key like religion. Who makes the rules? God? Whose version of God? Who writes the holy texts? Who interprets them? Who gets to decide what is and isn’t sin? What is sin, anyway? If it’s…

Don’t let them lie to you. This shit is HARD. It’s a thankless grind, a neverending litany of everything you didn’t know didn’t finish didn’t get right didn’t make it through and every day it starts over keeps coming won’t stop won’t ever stop won’teverevereverstop…

Excess The line Between excess and abundance A belief thin divide Made of Woven choices Inherited treasures Evolving appraisal How to sort Your laughter tipped out Leaving rooms awash Your tinder heart’s Flammable radiance Your holy longing Arching over sensible thresholds Your unbridled voice Setting…

My childhood seems so far away though I am not yet an adult not by the definition the people go for I have yet to wake up frowning and fret over stuff a simple smile could solve I have yet to know that life is…

Trauma. Everyone has experienced it on some level. No one’s trauma is greater than someone else’s. No one can tell anyone else how their personal trauma should affect them. A month ago, trauma found its way to my home. And that is how I ended…

PLODDING ALONG Another day over, another day gone With nothing to show for and nothing else done. No closer to winning or leaving the maze. Another brief moment that’s lost in the haze. So stuck in today, never pausing to think Tomorrow’s another today on…