Lookout Mountain
Early spring and the trails are still covered with snow and ice. The sun finally visits and provides...
Poem – Standing on the Edge
Standing on the edge of the mountains I have built I am alone and yet my content fills...
John Haines – A Winter Light
A Winter Light, by John Haines We still go about our lives in shadow, pouring the white cup...
Poem – As I
As I watch the April sunrise across the turbulent waters I am reminded again of my place beneath...
Poem – Silent Music of Creation
When the nearest stars are observed and the furthest ancient light is discovered we see what became the...
Poem – Revolution Rooted in Ancient Lands
40 Days become 40 years and the revolution/transformation I began culminates from the mountain peak. Into the valley...
Poetry – Sun Rises
Sun rises over mountain peaks after 40 days of darkness and despair. We sing, dance, and cry while...
Poem – Fragmented Days
The more we hear the more we turn away from the voices carried from beyond the horizon on...
Poem – A Found Memory
The photographs we find in dusty hidden boxes in places we have forgotten have stories etched in the...
Poem – Road
I have been down that road and at the end I was back here, where I started, where...
Poem – In the Aftermath
In the aftermath we become introspective and concerned with immediacy, the ones most near, and once settled, we...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #7
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – Chasing Stars
Waiting patiently for the last evening light to disappear beyond the horizon. Scanning the heavens for pinpoints of...