To be in a tornado really begs the question what the hell is privilege? A human thing maybe… No the simple thing about living longer and having people you love and having comfort is you still have to die. #262 from Book Third of The…

“Miles to go before I sleep” by Robert Frost Golden shovel

She sheds her tears and rises, wings fully developed- stepping away from the shriveled, cracked, and dry cocoon to the edge of the canyon rim, beneath which the river rages- she leaps, and flies-   Her wings buckle in midair, her body bends over, but…

“At the point where language falls away…”  first line from “Spelling”, by Margaret Atwood.   Songs and poems and words we dream at beneath the sleep of night, and the beginning of another thought, a point a dance, a light… where every line becomes a…

Some say that inspiration is the work of muses in our heads. My muse is stubborn, obnoxious, dull. He throws about the papers in the office of my brain. “Give me inspiration!” I demand. He laughs and takes a nap. I can’t be expected to…

A Golden Shovel from Kimiko Hahn’s poem “The Dream of Bubbles,” in her book Brain Fever. Smoke is obscuring the sun, the message it brings is of unborn dreams from the north. It may remind us always to be grateful. We are seeing the grief…

Everyone fears death Only because of what the unknown is The door to a room of which we know nothing But once you enter the room, at Last you’ll know it all Death is nothing at all By Henry Scott-Holland

One thought sparked an idea, and excitement fanned the flame. With love it expanded and became a dream no one could tame. Evil tried to dash those hopes like the crashing of a wave. But courage stepped in, pushing the heart to fight and be…

I want to freeze time/. I know I don’t, can’t appreciate all of the things my father does. he labors more than i know, he love’s more than I know. somehow the man is so gentle yet he is austere like ages past. sitting quietly…