It’s all a dream, or so it seemsTransmutes slowly, as if underwaterDiluted motions of a once festive danceA whirlpool of whirling dervishes
trust; sleek and smooth as a ravens wing after years of careful preening swooping, diving, being free navigating currents of life and riding the thermals eclipsing the ridge haunt of stick and bramble transcending from soil a life among clouds
i’ve always had big feelings, oversize feelings like slipping your feet into your dads boots possible to shuffle but lacking fortitude it’s taken a long time to grow into them often they’re still roomy around my ankles there are times when feeling everything so deeply has been incredibly painful loss of love or last[…]
The sense of excitement is palpable as we make our way from the parking lot to the beach. The sun has just set and it’s a beautiful spring evening. Gear slung across our backs and waders squeaking as we board the gangway across the dunes, the entire scene explodes into view. The beach is lit up like[…]
funny how guideposts are placed along your path on occasion theyre nestled close together like the farmer was hungry and late for dinner other times miles apart with barbed wire tangled tough to discern in vast swaths of swaying green
How does the self of the winter anticipate spring when all it feels is tightness of chest and aching bones? When a raging blizzard and a long cold lonely night are its only familiar yet unwelcome companions? To thaw like some majestic ice swan at a party, soon walked past and forgotten, floating in a[…]
impermanence of lifeas is the nature of natureview dependent, I supposeflies corpses on the windowsill
Once my dad taught us how to make stoves from coffee cans. We sat on the cement steps overlooking the back yard on a sunny summer day and strategically cut little doors in our cans with tinsnips. The top of the can where it was rolled over itself in preparation for a lid was always the[…]