places in between   I long to be in between words where possibility allows me to walk with all beings illuminated in liminality beyond all imagination…   all those Wise Ones tell me to dream into those spaces in between words breaths silences where all…

things come for those who wait. I’ve have waited, so “those” are coming.

Whose tears? I think the ghost has been crying. My house is full of sadness. Like walking along the bottom of an anguished ocean. Grief making the water cold. Dead but undulating pain. Sonic waves echoing the wailing. Hollow sound filling each room. Shaking my…

My ancestors hailed from harshness and sought new lands far and wide with their wooden ships in which to spread their seed, for farms and for genetics. The land I long for is that of my origins, known only by legend. In that place, whales…

If I could reach the land untouched by man and unkissed by human feet If I could touch time and hold it in my hands and turn it back If I could place the world on my shoulders and move the pieces forward as I…

As my Zoom meeting rambled into its ninth hour, lethargy zapped me of any remaining power.   Sitting on my deck didn’t help the matter, as the sun’s heat beat down like John Henry’s hammer.   The strange stench of my own clothes wandered up…

Taken from the song I Can Hardly Imagine I find myself the same way. Oh I can hardly imagine the view I will have on that day.   I remember when my dad had passed and I heard the words that first time. All I…

Spring brought the news of a fall marriage. A wedding in our backyard. I gave them my blessing I gave my dreams the wallet; At last, my dreams would be realized: A tall white gothic pergola perhaps A scaled-down, Multnomah Falls; With a bridge and…

I have heard about this beach, the meandering boardwalk, the wide expanse of sand. I imagine roaming piles of driftwood, singing like a gull, a lonely song that moves me. My bare feet are sandy and burnt like my father’s after we left him.  …

Hot, humid, and sticky That’s probably how Florida feels Whenever I think of that particular panhandle state, Turquoise and flamingo pink appear in my head, And I feel nauseous I’m sure it’s not all bad, They’ve got Disneyland! But something about it…just makes me suspicious…