Belief Ecosystem   You insect mothers, look what you’ve done for your babies. You made perfect little green cases on brilliant wet green leaves.   These simple observances, are ancient mysteries- mechanically and compassionately revealed.   Listen, I am going to tell you everything. But it will be a myth, like all the other theories- growing out of observations, imagination, curiosity, fear, hope, and hold-on-to-your-seats. … Continue reading Belief Ecosystem

Young creature, You are liminal, nomadic, arching across the cold sky like Orion disappearing into Spring. You are anadromadous, venturing into wide rivers and returning to the waters of home. Your conciousness is in full force. It bloomed overnight and I didn’t even know. Those fast neurons shooting forth like thousands of yellow crocuses pushing up through winter’s earth and filling the dark heavens. You … Continue reading Lionfish, Whitefox, Dark Tiger, Shining Sun

An Almost Breathless Sunrise   The sun squinted in the bathroom window before anyone was awake. The light came all the way from space and through the white gauzy curtain. I drew in breath suddenly, filled with day.   Then at night I waited as always for the young-boy chatter to subside, and almost secretly his breathing slows and deepens. Mouth open as if reaching … Continue reading An Almost Breathless Sunrise

I move through a sticky air with my Sycamore skin smiling and cicada angel wings whirring softly as around me late summer stars fall and the delicate carcasses of winged creatures surrender to the earth. I stop to examine a butterfly on the gravel road black satin se la vie I turn over the fragile body to reveal a flutter of activity. Shiny ant legs … Continue reading Observer In the Umbra

I hover about determined, taking care of my mom. She is brave and focused, explaining how to do her laundry. Her swollen and stitched knee -a great crisscrossed canyon- is under ice. The future rests like a heavy blanket, the truth of my responsibilities exposed. Running, my feet are light on Baker Branch road. That mile-long stretch of gravel leads to a cornfield and the … Continue reading The Great Honor

Forgiveness, the Impossible Mountain   On a crackling electric April morning, outside by the glowing translucent paper thin purple azaleas, in a pollen wind, amid grey thunder and thrashing cherry blossoms –   The mushroom girl told me secrets.   I’m sorry Please forgive me Thank you I love you   If I say those words I could be free. Impossible my heart says. No. … Continue reading Forgiveness

Cold Winter Sun You are comfortable with your darkness- the one that comes with being born and then growing a big heart. You are not resigned or martyred, but have acknowledged and befriended this siege of black birds that preys on us, even when sunny Dixie has turned her face away. It’s a big empty one. The unknown, the cold winter sun, the purposeful scattering … Continue reading Cold Winter Sun

My hydrological statement  Dark moon and sycamores  endlessly ethereal  they grace the lapping shore wanting nothing more I cross the nickel bridge  In a morning cloud cursed and bound to love the restless ones* The ones who are more  like a burst of wind or an animal  than a person They are made of air, stitched to heaven, keeping always one hand in the sunset … Continue reading Hydrological Statement 

Great Mysteries Abound In ChildhoodWe have young years  To generate enough gloryAnd wonder To sustain us for a lifetimeLike an acorn that feeds the seedling of an oak The memories made  In a soft new mind are more  Gentle, precious and powerful Not stained with the egoNot made pale, filtered, or twisted by the machine of adult lifeSo cup them in your handThose distant pungent pictures  Your … Continue reading Great Mysteries

   Between Worlds, Still Dreaming The cicadas are back. Shimmery wings. Slow gait. Big thick bug bodies transform  In their determined obsolescence.  Fireflies in heavy dusk Repeat their phosphorescence. The delicate husk of my rib cage holds a murmur of night birds taking a deep breath. I wake up with your elbow on my hair, and notice you staring out at the nothingness  of the … Continue reading Between Worlds, Still Dreaming