On Simple Wooden Swings
Side by side in evening dark, on simple wooden swings. Without a goal or destination, my grown son and I,...
Humus
Humanity’s a word that’s rooted in the Latin, humus: earth, dirt, soil. I knew this in my childhood, all analog,...
The Environment Flows Through Us
Crawling out from the cave of human hubris, we yield to the living green. May the Green Beings forgive us...
Inebriate with Nardo
Nardo, Nardo, you perfume my evening living room. Three long stems of your small white blooms fill every molecule of...
