I walk in silence, no roaring in the sky but night air: s t i l l n e s s  I take off my sweater to feel the cool air, I’m in the backyard, hearing the tang of the birdcalls. I swear they must be…

I take in a breath, smell and taste the salt in water; my tears mixed in, another saline solution. This view is everything to me right here, right now. I feel not so tattered here than in suburbia, as wild as that sounds. This is…

The passengers all look so grand They all look good this I have found All different shapes in different colors All smart-looking from different shores Then come the ladies all poised and pretty all smiles, accommodating oh all so friendly They don’t seem to know…

When we fly, you take me higher and further. We have sat close and visited the past, maintaining eye contact through the laughter and the tears. To share the names of my demons, to let you see them and know them, by name. Halfway there,…

Sue, my dear mother-in-law, was celebrating her 70th birthday in the last lucid days before ALS would take her from us. She asked that we come to her, travel from Texas to Massachusetts, likely knowing the end was nigh. Our grandson was not yet two,…

In Her Words In memory of Barbara Reiher-Meyers Her footsteps in fog,ghost of her smilecried with every stroke of pen. With unblinking eyesan arm a column of numbnessrising to the music of the news. I joined Twitter because I’m not a twit.Once ignored the world…

Dear Gram:  Today is your birthday and it’s been two years since we have not celebrated with you, physically. Grief has made us stronger, haphazardly. Your Spirit still wanders in and out in the mainframe. Do you feel us? Not a day goes by that…

prompt 13 hour 13 just walking   my body is soft – has always preferred reading to running writing to nearly anything else but walking calls me frequently to many spaces where rivers run faster than I ever could on bended knee in worship to…

God is a woman. All you need to do is pay attention to -the pink watermelon slices and their sticky seeds -the warm, thick perfumed air of flowers from miles away -the delightful sweet, pop from compressed grapes in your mouth -the curve of every…

prompt 12 hour 12   The sentence is: “I have faith in the ceremony.” from Research as Ceremony by Shawn Wilson. I am doing my Master’s degree in Indigenous Education for Reconciliation and Resurgence….so there are lots of books like this laying around my house….