Poem – Watching
The sleepy sun is just raising one eye when we walk onto the patio, one dog on each...
Poem – Random Thoughts #2
Oak holds up the changing sky. What is beyond insanity? At what point do we lose the essence...
Trail Building and Fall
Fall is the perfect time of year for building trails through the woods. Most tree leaves have fallen,...
Poem – Black Swan
Emerging from the prairie and the ancient oak roots. numb, cold, senses fall away, the threads loosen, bonds...
From the Outside
(1) Flowing from cement into the gutters glistening under the morning sun we are not alone the mind...