how does one know truth
Silence silences this hand from writing I long to be possessed by Shelleyinstead the drudgery of logos as if boundto Continue reading
Silence silences this hand from writing I long to be possessed by Shelleyinstead the drudgery of logos as if boundto Continue reading
Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths. -Joseph Campbell enter this liminal spacenakeda dreamuncovering a long ago wea myth Continue reading
walking into the north wind with over a mile to goI zipped my orange hoodie up to the nose sunnies Continue reading
in the grey day rainwalking the river’s uneven banka deep sob rose then a memory becamea whirlwind of memoriesa matted Continue reading
these words havebecome free seedstraveling miles(perhaps thousands)waiting to find that complex patchof pyscheaged by slow suns& moondancesthese seeds seekanother seekerroot Continue reading
What I wish to give expression to is that to me an engagement was and is just as binding as Continue reading
*trigger warning – this poem discusses guns violence against women & others for those that holler demand their barrel belocked Continue reading
you know our inner kiddos met onceor that is how it appearsin my meditative snapshotgone all kodachrome colorscirca 1970s with Continue reading