Category: Poetry

  • Poem – The Bridge

    This piece is about the Washington Ave bridge in Minneapolis, MN.  This is the same one where John Berryman (author of “Dream Songs”) jumped in 1972. The Bridge Running across the bridge Spanning the Mississippi I stay outside the maroon shelter Preferring light mist upon my face Blending with tears Crisp fall day Leaves crunching…

  • The Meeting

    (1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town square lined with meat, seafood, rugs, and incense vendors. Past the fountain until we stopped at the waters edge. I vow to become the swift moving stream atop the slow moving bedrock that is the world I…

  • Fragment 1

    I am awake and waiting to awake. This nature of being being within nature. Fog swallows the landscape the knowledge I desire to swallow. Cold clear dead sky wavers reality wavers between life and death. I am awake in the evening therefore the evening has awakened. I see the black sky the black sky sees…

  • Stone Garden

    Intently walking the empty shoreline with faint reminders of empty fields each stone or grain of sand unique we listen to our internal voice in choosing which will become the stone garden we will build and tend to. Some stones are quiet, content with their place here. Some stones jump or shine. Still others sit…

  • Poem – Death

    This valley is filled with death. Take a step back… how did I get here? A few lifetimes ago, I came upon an ancient river flowing through Babylon and I drank from the waters, I drank so much that I fell into a deep sleep and just woke up 37 years ago. I am unsure…

  • Belief

    Constant waves forming at a great distance make their journey to all of the shorelines never tiring, never stopping, like questions that plague the mind, like the constant flow of energy within and without. The waves color, their shape, from a painting of lands lost to natures power, of an ancient time when the spirit’s…

  • Our Land First

    Downtown, we run free under the streetlamps at each corner and intersection highlighting the one-way, the no u-turn, the merge the detour, the not open for business, the no parking the yes you can park, but please insert your money, the VIP parking only. We run free at the hours you tell us we can…

  • A Poem of Discontent

    Disillusioned is the title we take my generation fighting back against the call and allure of profits at the expense of identity and the land our tears fall upon. We will not hide, we will not keep quiet, our voice will reach each darkened corner, each soul pushed aside, left within the cold confines of…

  • Solitude

    A place exists tucked into tall pine trees reaching toward the empty sky filled with Nothing. Yielding the search for everything I found what I was looking for. I do not fully understand the magic slipping through exposed fingers and I question why it took so long to get here, why so many roadblocks of…

  • Thoughts // Seasons

    While lying here with the windows open and ceiling fan churning, I hear the traffic on the near freeway.  I feel the warm air layered on top of a subtle chill that is winter relinquishing its hold of this space, and spring/summer moving in. It is in the moment, I realized that with the chaos…