Poem – The Bridge
This piece is about the Washington Ave bridge in Minneapolis, MN. This is the same one where John...
Decompression
Overlooking Silver Lake, I slowly let go of the day, and the past week. So much weight and...
The Meeting
(1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town...
Time
At the risk of revealing my physical age, my 20-year high school reunion is happening sometime this year....
Stone Garden
Intently walking the empty shoreline with faint reminders of empty fields each stone or grain of sand unique...
Belief
Constant waves forming at a great distance make their journey to all of the shorelines never tiring, never...
Random Thought from Lutsen
Lake Superior while a large body of freshwater, is dependent on other sources to keep a sustainable level....
Home
To know my place here, the culmination of past, present, and now – requires awareness of my roots,...
Beyond What I see
Soaring clouds of orange and purple streaking across the limited view I have from here. Yet I feel...
Spring Preview
A walk around Silver Lake allowed the coming spring to enter a tired and worn mind. Thoughts of...