She wanted me to call her Rebecca. I complied. But not at the end.   Twenty-three years ago today, My brother called. She’d died of a stroke in the night.   “Mom’s dead?” “Mom’s dead?” My then six-year-old son reported my reaction. I have no…

Ecstatic screaming The joy of emergence! A month is a lifetime  

Training at Ned’s Point, Mattapoisett, Massachusetts   The lighthouse, white washed brick stands stark against the matte grey, winter waves, darker than the leaden steel clouds, my breath hangs in the air, a puff of steam captured in a mask.   It sits, as grumpy…

You are a pair of legs pegged beneath gunwales up ahead in the forest. You with your canoe-head where forward is easy. Did we bring the right things? Paddles, fishing-rods, and something to light the fire. Did we remember everything? Cans of deviled ham, musk…

Something New With red lights of apprehension flashing wildly endings stroll into our lives. We cannot stop it, or run from it. When a season ends stable ground shakes like an earthquake. The death of a loved one has a strength greater than man can…

Beginning the year with all of her peers Little did she know About all of the fears They lurked in time, A few months down the road. Her parents plucked her up, Transplanted her in places unknown. Gone were her friends, Her favorite places too….

“The hearts metanoia on the other hand, turns without regret, turns not so much away as towards” – Scott Cairns When I was two years old my parents bought a red brick building I will return even after I have left to finish emptying out…

Hypnic Jerks   quiet afternoon the big white cat begins to twitch   birth of a baby blue whale nomadic dreams   heat wave even rats have reverie   soon to be a grandfather muse music

Last night howling in my head like the twist of a knife – The unsure awkwardness The tequila soda ramblings The dancing, sweating, eyes wide open To the ifs, buts, whys that never end. But it does, it will. It all will one day. So…

And so it begins or so it ends Clarity, confusion, chaos All, on your World View, depends Your World view depends on all you’ve seen, What you’ve read, and where you’ve been Are your roots dug deep in words or planted in The chaos of…