Gliding and Dispersing
I want to be like water, merciful, enlivening. Gliding and dispersing, forgiveness as a given. When I can be like...
Our Largest Family
When we pull ourselves up from our cosmic roots, we dangle, we dry, we die. Separation from the stars makes...
Pink Moon Medicine
The Pink Moon has me wondering about the uses of poems. I’d like a poem for communion, one just to...
I Take my Place
I stop looking at. I close my eyes and know my participation. Being within the scene. Just another earthling, with...
