The Night Sky arrives ever so slowly Bringing forth twinkling stars Every twenty-four hours. Each star formed from a mass of gas and dust. He leaves only when his largest star needs to sleep.

It’s hard to tell when the sky turns from night to predawn.   The air changes first smelling of wet earth and hope,   the growing sense of urgency — only moments left to share secrets, to   be anonymous, to imagine yourself alone in…

if i hold a light to this fire, will the ones who keep me safe see me here, by this fire light?   I breathe into the light of all the Star people, living in the medicine that they love me, too.   if i…

Image Courtesy of Pixabay (Not very musical, so I chose a Japanese Mondo Poem   Where does the river find its way, Meandering through night and day, Reflecting skies in tranquil blue, Its course determined, strong and true.   In mountain’s heart, its source is…

It is so narrow here. Chairs embedded in ice. Noise only underlines the loneliness. Routines dull uniqueness. Minds return to primal sameness. No past, no future – Only deadening now. Remind me – Why am I in prison?

How many more objects, concepts, species, histories that once had happy associations will we have to let go of because industrial capitalism is based on ignorance of the natural order of ecological interdependence? I saw a photo of a wooden swing– unoccupied–surrounded by a field…

This Magic Moment   Is that a quarter I see behind your right ear? “SHOW ME THE MONEY!”   (A haiku is a three line poem with a syllabic count of 5/7/5. Traditional Japanese haiku typically has a central theme of nature.)

should be calming reflective restorative soul enriching body nourishing peaceful BUT we have cardio at 8 breakfast buffet adobe photoshop class team trivia line dancing scattergories napkin folding and table tennis. All take place in bars where ever smiling crew will solicit drinks: Then:  ballroom…

Recently I read another book about dystopia not in the future but now Trying to wrap my brain around book bannings book burnings bounty hunters climate deniers forced birthing illegal ideas illegal treatments invented histories slow moving putsch versions of fugitive slave laws voting restrictions…

We are… brief little sparks searching for the light We are… friends and family joined together in the same plight. We are… Funeral Singers singing our way home.