Koala Six There is a vastness in the complexity of the galaxy Which we may never fully understand Or, at least, not in my lifetime. It is enough, for me here, To stand amongst the wildflowers Their fullness, heavy on the breeze Petals softly swimming…

I keep walking. It has been years but I couldn’t tell you the exact span of time. I have lost track.   The landscape changes. It remains very much familiar to me with its colors, shapes, and vegetation. And yet foreign.   I keep walking….

A mosaic of moors in tranquil twists Blankets of butterflies brushing moss filled rocks Streams temptingly trickle past pastel painted flowers Stars falling in droplets of lush light Nature serenading a serenity as it composes a melody of bliss

The cosmic falls, this distance beyond gravitational bounds Where plunging waters dissipate into astral mists In the belly of some ancient god, the stars, illustrious, countless, cast upon the immaterial universe, like the scattering remnants of a tremendous explosion. I am lost, searching for direction,…

A sunflower field, Yellow rings around black holes Stargazing, breathing  

edge of the world   “here there be witches and dragons,” they said with their rotten-breathed words- rumpled, boney fingers digging into paper images too faded to read.   I know their imagination is duller than their one good eye: they can’t see the possibility…

I walk to the edge of the earth one of many little lemmings all in unison But unlike lemmings there was no controller no one to send me off the edge It wasn’t what I expected I expected awesome A great cliff maybe a safety…

I would like to lose myself in a sea of wildflowers below a deep blue sky and a gentle sun. I would like to lose myself in a glade in the woods listening to the breeze in the trees above. I would like to lose…

MY MORNING WALK Cool breeze Flowers and leaves falling from the trees. The weather is perfect, I wear my designer shoes and track pants. Set out for my walk. I walk rhythmically to the sound of the cawing crows, Till the sound of a random…

At the edge of the earth, notebooks are piled high like cliffs. I take one out and a new one appears. The pages are full of words in another language. I take another and its drawings of animals from front page to back. Another, letters…