Here I sit  upon the earth, humble homeland of my birth. Awed by forces old as time, the fire that warms and gathers friends or when pushed by wind has disastrous ends. Necessary evils that are instrumental, the basis of all, so elemental.

I said already, Staring quietly at the sun, ‘Raising my own adaptation of otters A procession that incalculably owns up to Its relationships And whether down the Brixton lanes Or Oregon, or on the border of Nairobi Or over Walt Witma’s graves It will provide…

Walking the labyrinth of dried lava Pele’s braids Feet on the edge of burning.   The head meditates while the waves crash in trying to wake the sleepwalker. I a random speck on the edge of a crater. When there is nothing left to plunder,…

The dream beckons Cracking the sound waves Wreaking havoc in the wind   The dream struggles Breaking the shackles Shattering the silent space   The dream…slips away And dreams its own dreams

we borrowed a little soil to grow food around our little house the wind, which had blown strong off Bellingham Bay all winter and spring, was still now. neighbors walk out at low tide, from Locust Beach, when the cold waters recede. fires are burning…

World, my amazing World, you sustained me When death came near. Winds first rustling in wild torrents flew me To the hospital, where waiting doctors listened for Sirens above the whoosh. Water iced over in silver-white edges cracked in support and Traction in the frenzy…

Elemental Wild child, breezing through the passing days, twigs caught in my hair, I rode the back of the north wind, her spirit child. No one ever told me those swiftly disappearing days would be here and gone, burned away in a flaming instant. For…

    Earthen Fantasy   I walk Bellingham’s Boardwalk frequently and only once felt fear.   Winter gust so strong I brace, prepare to grab a railing or try to fall.   What is permanence?   I think we are more than specs twirling in…

Just out of time impossible ampersands slow down to accommodate brutalist bearskin mugs tipping the tray to Friday rolling on And HEY rolling up for a soaking to see the main attraction for miles around fall to its knees and go to ground.  

I contain the Universe within. I am starstuff, the fires of the sun burn along every nerve and flash of thought. With every breath I steal the air from your chest. I am rooted to the earth with each step, Gaia lives in my hardened…