Our Mother’s Home

We lay now Where we once stood, Firmly, grounded, The pride of our birthright Draped upon us like a cape, Where we, Earth-bound,  Flightless beings, Desirous of glory, Waved our banners, Over every conquered land of our brethren, As if they were badges of honor, Erecting…

SEVEN

From the Pacific Ocean the land sprawled eastward wide and flat, crossed by dry stream beds and arroyos carved by twice-a-century rainstorms — gullies roughened with dust-coated weedy scrub that sheltered small brown lizards. The hills heaved from that unpromising plain oily green, sage-scented, parched…

New Forest

Running through the shadows of a newly found forest brass and copper lined the paths   shifting chanting notion less being still and silent In the mist   Fleece is sent through the mill making wool so cool and thrill   Tens of Thousands days…