Susami

There is a presence, here and now; the bellows of breath, warmth of blood, the feeling, even if imagined, that we are connected, one to the other. We each have our memories, after all. Your passing removes that utterly, and somehow the same hand lying on the same fur...

Fishways

Onto the written page they march, good little minions of inspiration cultivated since childhood, dipping pen into wells of collective memory, stories taking shape like the smooth drape of river water flowing over the Penobscot Dam, where I would sit and contemplate...

moonrise

In the phenomenon of night sky, I watched the moon rise full against an indigo canvas; Rose-rimmed clouds drifting along, causing stars to glisten like the silvery skeletons of jets in flight, billowing by under stealth of inky half-light, advancing across the heavens...

On Pointe

Those who peer into the soul of things may offer guidance to others more easily than accessing that wisdom within. Perhaps it keeps them human. The Trickster is afoot in daily living, throwing us off-balance which, ironically, keeps us poised on our toes. It must be...