22 Friday Aug 2025
Searching for words is seeking water
mid-mesa.
Not a tree in sight.
Blessed sage basks in full sun.
Rain falls, drifts away.
Soon tarantulas will promenade,
romancing their coupling dance
to create the next generation.
No, the words are water
and the Maker decides when and how
they drift or drive or well up
through this hollow reed.
Let syllables drip from the tongue unsought,
honey for those hungry
and in need of that particular soul balm.
04 Friday Jul 2025
Wetness of the earth
after night’s sudden and generous rain
settles the sharp dust of hard happenings.
Sleep came long and heavy,
dreaming ridding a poison too old to name.
Bless the waters
and millions of emergent stars hitched
to an approaching clear darkness.
02 Thursday Jan 2025
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Withstand the Void.
Please.
Be upon your own two small feet,
at the edge,
darkness cloud-forming,
ledge a tipping perch.
Night ocean crashes on rock straight below,
the rhythmic waters moon-guided, rich and dangerous.
Call forth in echoless open and
wait,
the wind will snap and take it up.
Let the Void offer
all your fears, inadequacies, foolishness,
rage, grief, shame and sorrows.
Be with them.
Sense their intolerable
movements in your one body–
these are the monsters
you are to marry.
In union, living through and beyond
your exiled, an invitation
to what Beauty is yours deeply,
the gift to be offered back.
Leave no aspect behind–
you are here to love the denied.
Blood needs circulate.
Bones need grow. Air must enter.
Bring the outcasts and castaways under
warmth of your grand cloak.
Allow them refuge of your beating heart.
Welcome the unwanted,
a feast-filled table is set to feed everything
in dawn of this new year.
24 Wednesday May 2023
Walking along
a smile comes easily.
The air smells green–
that much rain has fallen.
Crimson buds fill out on prickly pears
as beetles stack in consummation
and the crickets serenade.
Even the light feels pregnant this afternoon.
18 Thursday May 2023
She sits in her corner, turning page
after paper page…
Held by two walls, floor and wood ceiling,
she removes herself
from still more broken connection.
Out there, nothing but loss.
In here, with pictures and stories, friends and
a giving, participatory world.
With father gone for work, back for dinner,
home only for irritation, judgment and sleep,
With mother avoiding pain through worry,
busyness and food,
anger unthinkable,
The girl is left knowing–
beyond the material,
she’s on her own.
Books act as balm
until, later, distance and exploration
return her to the early grief
of being alone
surrounded by people.
The nectar soothes her broken heart,
tear by reclaimed tear.
03 Friday Feb 2023
Tyranny over self,
Tyranny over body,
Tyranny over the Land.
Carve mountainsides, slash prairies, pollute valleys, hate,
hate and control, cellulite, humps, wrinkles, and jiggles.
Hide and hate, turn upon the landscape inner,
the landscape outer–
one and the same.
Within this domination resides
everlasting distraction from the rhythmic pulsing
of our own heart’s rivers.
In service to the status quo.
As Earth’s waters are Life,
our blood is Life.
Break the shaming silence–the waterways know
to indulge their curves, bumps, and depths
singing praises through movement,
of tree roots, reflected sky, grating rocks
and wriggling fish.
We have only so long to celebrate and dance
our one beloved Body:
Skip the contempt useful to maintaining outdated ways.
Jump straight into dark waters full
of more Beauty than any one lifetime can hold.
27 Sunday Feb 2022
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Where rivers join
goodbye and hello are fingers entwined,
one feeling like another in swift,
painted tangles and currents.
Waters from here
meet
Waters from there.
Confusion and torrent, swirl and coherence.
Holding on is a goodbye with wings,
watch it fly away~
23 Wednesday Feb 2022
A new movement is afoot,
with steps unknown. There are none.
Enter the River, whose banks
support you now.
Fear may be stripping away, removing the old,
debriding the wounds, a turpentine in the veins.
Let it be.
She beckons. Enter, and be moved.
You will learn–they will teach you.
Call up faith, rebuilding the trust you think
has been lost.
When ready, your own feet will guide and
root you deeply in place where waters and winds
may dance you, earth holding close.
In time, in time,
the Way emerges…
09 Wednesday Feb 2022
Sitting there, facing a willowy creek,
alders tipping their heads over the pavement,
the girl goes ‘Aauchgh!’
It may have been because of a masterful song
warbling out my mouth,
‘Ohh the sheep dung’s got strong, oh
oh and it wafts in the wind, oh
sheep dung smooooke…’
That may have been what got up her ire,
she was doing homework in the other front seat
afterall,
but who’s to say.
‘Ohh the sheep dung’s got stroooong today…’
‘Aauchgh! Stop!’ She yurdles,
(not sure that’s a word, but she did it),
while holding back the quivering corners of her mouth,
trying very hard to be
s e r i o u s.
‘Guh, stawwp!’ But I can’t ya see,
because that dung sure’s having its way today.
So, the song keeps going and the girl keeps groaning
and all is well,
sitting and waiting under the waving alder trees.
19 Sunday Sep 2021
Today thanks also falls to the light;
Autumn light may be my favorite food.
Rain keeps trying to come. We’ve been without
the rains for far too long.
I can feel rain in the clouds, smell it,
though a little sideways.
The trees’ roots are hungry for it to fall.
They are far from alone.
The equinox approaches but, here,
Autumn stretches her paws in August. My heart feels
more full then, my bones begin to rest.
Maybe the big rabbit with wild eyes will come through
the fence again soon.
My bet is a different visitor will usher in
the first official days of the season.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 