You love carving spoons Searching the forest for downed branches Your pack fills with potential Each gnarled limb, a promise. Then, you become quiet. Your tools whisper; form emerges. The shavings for your fire, Nothing wasted. I can see the veins in your hands Your soft, steady ... Continue Reading
The yellow Moon tonight So close I could pluck it from the sky Reaching, not even on tiptoes. Ripe, I could sink teeth in Spilling juices down my face Like eating a Kissing Fruit. Instead, I leave it Like the Kuan Lin of Stories I read last night, figuring her Enlightenment might ... Continue Reading
Colorado weather fascinates me. It arrives suddenly It rages It passes, as suddenly, to reveal blue-skied sunshine. Unlike Midwestern weather of my past Which looms Like heartache Or loss Graying skies for weeks, months My skin turns gray, too. I like the anticipation Of Midweste ... Continue Reading
I sit in this small aspen grove My book and pen in hand Taking a moment to absorb Reflecting on the land The wind picks up its haunting voice Whispering through the trees And I can’t help but wonder if Its message is for me Far too much time I’ve spent the past Cooped ... Continue Reading
The sunset: a vortex Pulling the clouds down Out of the sky: A black hole of light The moon, close Rising as the sun sinks Pivoting on some Unseen anchor It makes me feel like the center of things. Continue Reading
My past Viewed through a kalideoscope Does not always swirl, colorful. Pieces get caught In the internal mechanisms Of this child’s toy So that the sight consists of fragments of fragments With others left out, forever hiding in dark corners. I like to practice remembering. ... Continue Reading
Tonight the sun sets. Its yellow illuminating Pikes Peak as though this were its last chance to show humans its truest expression of beauty. What if it were you with one last chance or one last day: What would you do to die fulfilled? If it were me, I’d show you a love so deep ... Continue Reading
I used to be a sponge Sopping with the wisdoms of others Still unfulfilled, I squeezed myself out Dry I disappeared Evaporated into a sky of nothing Just in time I chased the sun West My soul expanding into this vast land I never knew it needed so much space Now I drip Forming tr ... Continue Reading