Category: Poetry

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.

Teeth Of Sea

  The ways to one another are uneven. Steps expand, contract, falter, fuse Feet unsure, like magnets running Fixed fast to the sprawling spin Of simple skin and porous bone.   We push hands through texture Cool walls made up of paint layers The… Continue Reading “Teeth Of Sea”

Utterance

The road—a language. The forest—a heart. Two voices. Both twist around mountains Where one can lose oneself Or be found.          

Linear

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”

Social Distancing

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”

Destinations

Work From rain and melted snow To find a way to the creek. To a stream, in a hurried dash to the ocean   And here I stand, with bits of waterfalls trapped, inside buckets. My shoes.   Soggy, wicking socks Make close friends… Continue Reading “Destinations”

Cruel River

This river runs cruel… This river runs cold. I know she’s lost in this wilderness, where the lakes are silent, dampened by snow. Here, she walks on the edge of everything.   This river will meet the sea, that’s where all lies cease, for… Continue Reading “Cruel River”

Traveling Near the Dark

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”

Living With The Volcano

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”

Scapegoat’s Paradox

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”

Footprints

These cold hills stand unconcerned of what walks beneath them. Snow, that made it through the day’s rain, will be covered by night’s newest layer of white. But here today, the rain collects upon the trail. Footprints lie scattered. There are recent ones, still… Continue Reading “Footprints”

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