Raising Mana

My own sadness pulls me inward, bringing tears but also fond and tender memories of another time, another place; sometimes it feels as though it was another life that guided me to those dense woods and sparkling waters of eastern Maine, a place I never thought to...

Lookout

The drumbeat of water is the best sort of background noise, punctuated by birdsong and the occasional distracted glance at nimbostratus hovering in the distance, invitation to tease their own condensed element back to earth; And now here it comes, sideways slants...

Birthquakes

If I were to sweep, it would never end; this precious earth has only begun to burn and swirl and blow away the flimsy trappings, human footprints laid down along shorelines expanding now beneath helicopter eyes, unable to peer further under Pele’s fiery skirts;...

Quietude

There’s a sound in the house, a resonant thrum in the house we reside in, the home we created, a throb, a buzz, a tone which, when absent, defines utter silence; the nothingness present during times when power lines cease their humming, now the only competition with...