Poem – Concrete Supernova
“Where are you from?” She turned, looking over her shoulder, and motioned toward the forest. The forest I...
Poem – Lady in the Forest
For earth day… I awoke in the boreal forest white pine reaching skyward, a canopy of shadow a...
Poem – Fracture 56
the winged sun whispers light the winged sun expels white dust. and the morning dew cold to our...
Retreat Building Continues
We have spent the last 4-weekends finishing a retreat and wildlife refuge up north. This is a stepping...