Awake as the sun rises turning toward the tasks of today yesterday’s expectations loosen to make room for imagination; turning toward the tasks of today writing my way to the centre to make sens...Read More
Writing poetry slows me down. Whatever the focus of the poem, or whatever the reason behind writing it, almost certainly it pulls on some important place inside of me. Rendering it to words and th...Read More
What to do with reality 1. A Wind of Reputation like a Chinook Wind, easily vaporizes snowdrifts, slaps the broad face of everything, bullies a walker to stoop, strips off topsoil and intimidates the ...Read More
I am finding this process uncomfortable – without hardly any reason to do so, having written what, four posts on this blog, I feel completely unmodern, nonmodern, immodern?? –nope, not...Read More
Putting on my shoes is the last thing I do before heading out the door on a new adventure. An adventure can be anything as mundane as going for groceries or something grand like a summer holiday. ...Read More
Starfish Spineless sea yogis, all arms and arms, wedged into impossible spaces. Barnacled outcroppings prop a supple pose, like a shadow, cast by a heavenly cousin – held by hope in the turning of t...Read More
Do I rise? Can you see the desire in the snow as it meets creation – even as creation sleeps in the dark? As it falls the flakes are held, slowed in the embrace of streetlight before resting on the ...Read More