Here is where my deepest heart lies. These writings emanate from the many times when my passion hits the bottom and other times where it seems to fly on wings. To solace myself, I go to the woods on deep forest trails, pray to waterfalls, look over valleys, and dip my hands in the waters of springs, hoping to soothe myself. Forgive me if I get angry; for at times I’m just plain mad at the world.
The mist stifles all sound, confines sight Numbs time, suspends the linear Encloses you in tentative comfort While scaring you with limitations You find yourself worried about the quiet Near the shallow ripples of the lake Where the hills slant their hardest towards… Continue Reading “Linear”
The warmth of the car Its heater The soothing voice of its radio The insulation it promises The thoughts we have When losing the trail In the middle of a snowstorm (Image entitled Bones. Click on image to enlarge. More images can… Continue Reading “Social Distancing”
There’s a quietness about the river broken by a random leap, splash of steelheads. a prairie hawk loses a feather. The natives drink a loud liquor on their fishing platforms, dip nets looking for fish who choose to become parts of ceremonies. The… Continue Reading “Traveling Near the Dark”
A wide emptiness sits over Spirt Lake from Harry’s Ridge to Harmony Lake Viewpoint. An emptiness of vast distance with stars or sun, clouds and wind…a series of personalities, always in the process of change, threatens to knock all thought out of you. You… Continue Reading “Living With The Volcano”
Holding it in, close, became a strength An essence, a nugget, bloom’s heart Shaped by chinks, cracks, and splits Of a shell you wished was a softer hue. Relinquished, expelled, produced a body The lucid form of your careful ambiguity From a cold… Continue Reading “Scapegoat’s Paradox”