Poem – Machines That Move Earth
(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with...
Poem – Black Swan
Emerging from the prairie and the ancient oak roots. numb, cold, senses fall away, the threads loosen, bonds...
Retreat Building Continues
We have spent the last 4-weekends finishing a retreat and wildlife refuge up north. This is a stepping...
Return to a Previous Life
Where do passions and obsessions come from? And, do they feed or lead one into the other? One...
From the Outside
(1) Flowing from cement into the gutters glistening under the morning sun we are not alone the mind...