It’s the Breath
Without the body, theta waves can’t do it. Our sensorium creates the poem of being alive. It’s the breath of...
Nines
Late in life I wonder at it all. Long story, many different lives. Perched for the long view, I am...
My Body of Truth
I dance back into my bones, into my animal nature long disowned. Deep into the bones, I dream my human...
CrazyQuilt Days
I knit my days into a patchwork quilt of memory, soon to become an ancestor myself. Today I’m at one...
