Lessons of Silence Series

Lessons of Silence I Dedicated to Pema Chodron Is there a point one reaches being alone, night after night where isolation eats at itself locking the door behind the weeping sounds of lonely? Is there a purpose to loneliness? lessons hidden in the shadows among a forlorness of self lost arms reaching for light. Is…

Woodsy Escape ( rewrite of Bones)

I taste the air of times past
as she walks and I ride
toward the tar covered trail
lined of birch and pine.

A distant hum echoes
softly in the breeze….

Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

A Testament of Time

As dusk descends into the valley beams escape the sullen sky reaching to touch the Rez of marsh and pine with golden rays that shine on this land that knows the devastation of policy. The orders were to clear cut and pressure the people to farm a land not farmable leaving an empty shell of…

Tuesday Afternoon Reading

Busy Bee….. You have always been a busy bee, I heard my Auntie say to me, years ago under the Olive Tree. She was a woman that never left the square she made back in ’63. A few acres is all she needed. I guess…. an eccentric woman, a writer that danced to her own…