Letting In Light and Befriending Darkness

  A Pileated Woodpecker Moved into the Sycamore Tree Outside My Window.   Was it a dream?   He with bright crest has come heralding the news: I am released from the curse of hunting the restless ones! Be banished perilous fools!   But the question remains: Has being born of a father with riot blood bound me to a life of fulsome wandering?   … Continue reading Letting In Light and Befriending Darkness

Last Fall

Record Rain Fall 2018   I woke up in a puddle of tears. It has been raining for months.   Ganesh, the god of break-ups held open the door and I stepped inside-out to weed my little garden again. In the wet salty soil the weeds came out easily.   I ran out into the rain and the sight of the Riverside train made me … Continue reading Last Fall

Belief Ecosystem

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

Lionfish, Whitefox, Dark Tiger, Shining Sun

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

The Great Honor

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

Hydrological Statement 

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