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Poem – Home
To mom and pops Light edges across the roof giving rise to my shadow. With eyes closed I know it is there, I know I am home. I left 20 years ago trying to find my way to make my own life and path. Travelling to other countries finding my heart in Alaska but I…
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Poem – What I Create
When the silence falls, Like a rock over the cliff They come back to me Thoughts I cannot control Thoughts I cannot stop. I fear silence The absence of being Exemplified by nothingness Leaving me alone with my thoughts, Nothing there to block Nothing there to stop They run wild Filling my mind with worlds…
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Dreaming of Home
I know you are out there, and I hope you are waiting for my return. Each day you swim within my thoughts, attaching to everything I think, consuming what ever I have left. A slow walk across the airfield beneath mountain shadows. I see pictures of you and building emotions overflow and surface things I…
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Dreaming, Alaskan sunshine
It’s been 3-months since I reluctantly returned home from Alaska. Which is slowly becoming a second home. Not just physically, but within my heart, soul, and mind. The sun rising over mountains, setting behind triangular peaks, and glacial lakes surrounded by boulders, has wrapped around every thought I have and tries to influence every action.…
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Poem – Concrete Supernova
“Where are you from?” She turned, looking over her shoulder, and motioned toward the forest. The forest I was walking toward. I could not help staring at her eyes – a blue I have never seen – ethereal, from some ancient landscape, from a time lost and forgotten. The forest looked more alive as the…
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Alaska 2013 – Thoughts and Random Photos
Day 1 in Anchorage, AK. It has been 6-years since I have been here, in Anchorage. Has anything changed? Here, me? Previously I had specific goals and decisions to make during my time. Reflecting back on that time, the space I was within was turbulent, fuzzy, chaotic, twisting and turning in some kind of vortex.…
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Finding Home
Is home truly where the heart is, or where the heart feels at home? The sun rises behind grey clouds infused with faint orange, drifting in the morning sky just above the distant treeline. Across the vast expanse of water, mountains rise to meet the sky, and the sky greets the mountains with tears. A…
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Essay – Ice Climbing, Alaska 2007
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago about ice climbing in 2007 in Alaska (Matanuska Glacier). The memory and the experience is as fresh as drinking coffee this morning. It is seared into my being and will be a part of me for the rest of my time. As I have aged and who…
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Poem – Welcome Home
Welcome back son. The long nerve-wracking months are over. No more sleepless nights and endless hours of CNN and Fox News. You have returned from foreign lands safe, older, experienced, but still Kyle. Each morning once filled with uncertainty, fear of that phone call replaced with joy and relief replaced with sun rays across calm…
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Poem, Thoughts – Roots
Where do you come from? Not from 5-minutes ago, or from your vehicle, but the essence of you, what time, experiences, and place gave you the foundation of who you are? Where are your roots? I did not come money, I came from Northeast, Minneapolis. And so begins the story melding with the present and…