Hour # 16 – Safe Travels

Only the strongest are chosen Muscles, wingspan, heart It takes all three to lift a plane Move it forward Place it down Archangels are badass

Hour #15 – A Bang or A Whisper

Was it really a big bang? Or just a whisper? A tiny seed cracking open searching for nourishment ………………………………reaching out ……………………………………………stretching …………………………………………………….weak only in our eyes gargantuan strength in its new being pushing soil aside to make room raising its head somehow discerning its way…

Hour #14 – Pachamama

  The land knows you, even when you are lost. Robin Wall Kimmerer Braiding Sweetgrass     In break of rain, ……………………………….barefoot, ………………………………………………..I  I walk to get the mail.   Concrete barrier between us, …………………………………………..man made rock, ……………………………………………………………………..a convenience for them, cannotseparatemefromyou.      

Hour #13 – Proprietary

She established her place, surprised she didn’t shake. Within she was a symphony of strings vibrating, all in tune. Her essence lifted, correct and just, in harmony with her being. It all began with two drops, multiplied itself exponentially. Cogs fitting together, all in unison….

Hour # 12 – Chaos

Nature blunt, burned, squeezed up out of chaos plains streaked with ash hollows dark and bitter Broad between. Here is more. Sometimes redeeming essays if you keep on long enough. They are maddening. Winds dance. Earth cries.       Erasure poem from The Land…

Hour #11 – My Dog Stares At Me

    Friends call it “stink eye.” He knows everything I think. Rarely leaves my side. It’s really not a stink eye stare. Just love, just love, just love.  

Hour # 10 – Keeping Watch

I didn’t cover the plants today I trusted the weather report, rain, just rain Coffee mug in hand I kept watch hail came after fog clouds rolled by wind pushed them out to the plains Through rain streaked glass I kept watch under the fir…

Hour #9 – Remarkable Creatures

You are, you know. I just wanted to let you know how you shine when you are you how the world lights up in your presence each blade of grass every star system that cell on the tip of your liver all rejoice in you

Hour #8 – A Sevenling

Three appeared from the west a crooked eye, a big nose, one complacent smile they weren’t exactly ordained, at least not this way There were hands, too holding a sphere, another a rabbit, one hiding its pleasure I wanted to hold them, at least one…

Hour #7 – Resurrection Fern

Pleopeltis polypodioides (syn. Polypodium polypodioides), also known as the resurrection fern, is a species of creeping, coarse-textured fern native to the Americas and Africa. They braided seeds into their hair not for show, but hidden, not to be discovered, bringing homeland with them boarding ships they knew nothing of crossing oceans never to return Memories…