Poem – The Depth of November
November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for...
Poem – Layered Sky
Layered autumn sky like the waves rising from the horizon minutes before landing at the shore. Sky layered...
Poem – Through Silence
Through silence I find the universe’s voice and when balanced it is a reflection of myself. Midnight sky....
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #3
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – Ode to the Moon
Dear sweet moon – staring at me when I stumble out the door at 4am. Your gaze and...
Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally,...
Poem – Excerpt #2 from Sand Shadows
The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Excerpt #2 Grey sky...
Poem – From Sand Shadows
The following is from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Sitting at the stone table...
Poem – Color and Sound
The last orange highlights sink into the horizon. Thin grey clouds float across light blue sky. Red-winged blackbirds...
Poem – What We Must Do
In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird...
Poem – Stars
As evening settles in I wait for Leroy as she watches the tree line. I feel we are...
Poem – Walked Across the Field
I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky...