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....
Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow?...
Winter Grass and Wind
The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled...
Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...
Poem – 92nd and Madison
I look down from the roof over Madison Ave and watch people enter and emerge from yellow streetlights,...
Poem – Simple
A quiet evening as the dust settles and chaos is held at bay, watching the sunset with nature’s...
Joline – Home
“Which way home?” She asked in child’s voice. “This way, into the sun.” I replied, pointing up the...
Poem – That Cabin in the Woods
That cabin in the woods, nestled beneath second generation pine planted after the last logging, waits for our...
Poem – Empty Fields
When this life’s pace and chaos become too much I know where I can turn. I return to...
Poem – Path Home
The pine tree lined path covered with early season snow beckons for me to follow and with eyes...
Poem – A Childhood in Retrospect
Shifting through photos I feel no connection, no recognition to the person with time and years ahead of...
Poem – Existence
The dirt road lined with pine and poplar exists in familiar land and on the map, but standing...
Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...