Lost Looking for a Sign
Time pushed me into a new decade and now I understand the dilemma and struggle this presents. Looking...
Golden Path
Long has it been since I touched these rocks and waters,weighed down with burden and future thoughts. Searching...
Distant Guiding Light
Descending into winterdeceiving clear skiesgive way to earth curlinginto itself for warmth. Breaking trails through fresh snowascending from...
Moving Forward
Another year coming to a close.Another obstacle is looming in the night. The truth is difficult to see...
Pushing Through
Pushing through the pain we see the end. Our vision expanded beyond our sphere. Perhaps we see the...
Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present
(1) There, there I see you – walking along the shoreline,the sun is your companion. The ocean wind...
From the Ashes
Stripped to our raw selvesshed of armor and protection. Chaos and denial slowlyreplaced by thought and cooperation. The...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Silent Objections
The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments...
Standing in the Backyard of Childhood
The dirt. The stars. Nearing midnight in late summer. A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was....
A Slow Start to 2020
As 2020 emerges from the cold waters, we take stock of the previous year. It feels as though...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow?...
Stepping Into New Light
Three-months have passed since I stepped into a new day, awash in Minnesota morning light. This would be...
Across Sand
Across vast red sandsI see your face high in untouched mountains. Passing for years through dust stormsblanketing the...