A Fall Day in MN
The day started early just before the sunrise with enough time for coffee to get us warm before...
Poem – Ode to the Moon
Dear sweet moon – staring at me when I stumble out the door at 4am. Your gaze and...
Poem – One
The world is large, sphere-like and hurtling through space. Life began in primordial forms billions of years before...
A Look Ahead
As summer has become fall and most days have the aura and feel of winter, the climbing season...
Beginning Screenplay
I have been writing about the character of “Joline” since 1993 mostly through many, many poems. Earlier this...
Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally,...
Poem – Layers
Why do I spend each weekend breaking sweet and back? What does each peeled layer represent? What am...
Poem – Intersections
At the intersection I woke to a wall cloud filled not with rain but fragments of some life...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #2
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
