Updated: Jul 9, 2020
I closed my eyes for one inhale and exhale stood waiting and small sage on the wind reminding me that I am west again so many stars in pre-dawn purple a teeming riot above rock sky sage red-orange blue blue-green faces lit by the light my own like theirs this circle of time in its always-ness
Over the course of a summer of running trails in my favorite park in upstate NY, I had pretty much written a poem in my head. When I finally took the time to get it on paper, it showed up in a heartbe
Right outside the back door a Plume Moth is gently perched on the siding. Unique, tiny, and intriguing, but out of context. “It’s December. De.cem.ber.” I mumble out loud to remind myself, and possibl