Find Joy In Pain   I find joy in my pain, so I can cling to my sanity. Patchwork hues of yellow blend, with each stroke of my blues and  all the in-betweens. I decided, upon my primary color wheel expectation, green has always been…

1973    (Poem 9)   City kid in town of 250 in central Washington in the shadow of Mt Adams, standing tall to the westand openness in every other direction that makes me feel like I can see into tomorrow.   Carport next door sends a…

Wrap me around my nostalgia and call me gifted. Sometimes the night would refuse to unfurl, Might look like it’s the “pause” phase of time. I would throw my arms into the wind/ Like a prayer, searching for god’s embrace/ I would refuse to get…

I felt a tremor shake the house on the night of the storm thunder roared as lightning shattered the sky   I heard weird sounds in the night like an elk crying a buffalo snorting   I hid under the blankets with just my elbow…

There is a monster that lives under my bed I send it to do my bidding when I don’t get my way you look skeptical so cross me and see what happens    

Whether enjoying blood-pressure improving picked beet or chowing down on nutrient dense, low in fat elk meat, catching copper-rich crawdads from a Louisiana bayou, or leaving your car in the carport is what you do, such simple habits will expand your life and health span….

The tremors that hit the heart, A drop in the bucket compared to The many earthquakes and floods And fires, shape it into something We don’t recognize. Red like a beet, but dimmer than A lightbulb, it shocks our system And short circuits our brains…

Grandma Toledo never stinted on love. She was old, I was the youngest child in a family of seven. Mother never let any of us sit on her lap, but Grandma Toledo welcomed me to hers. Wrinkled, sagging arms radiated comfort, smelled of baby talcum…

Bravery is in being alone and afraid it is sometimes wreckless like driving asleep at the wheel lt is in letting thoughts resonate through your mind to your ears you feel connected flowers have never broken your heart your voice is silent as you view yourself…

Don’t recite this poem. If you do, then expect the falls of rain. Maybe your heart will stop that fuming thick black smoke. Maybe your eyes are meant to stay within his glabella. Things might change. Maybe your heart is tired and not sick. Reminder….