Pololu

To stand on a cliff overlooking the shore gazing northward, then east, send the mariners home. While out in the distance clouds bear the fading sun on their shoulders, the Gods contemplating, Filling glasses tipped gently into their reflection, over black diamond...

RENEW

To glimpse in an early morning sky painted cerulean, Venus, the Morning Star, and I know, if nothing else is certain, today the earth is rewed to herself, committed to rhythms and processes we humans take for granted, greening as she is around edges of slumber soaked...

OUT LIKE A LION

I miss building huge bonfires, where, in the midst of 60 acres of Maine woods with good snow cover, we would set match to paper and twig, urging spark to flame, then fanning to a crescendo of conflagration. Stepping back to avoid singeing hair and nostrils, we’d...

AMERICAN POLITIC

It is the job of some to do the work for all. This I understand. Yet I am left wondering about too many, eyes averted from the truth, blinking like newborns at the brilliance of the sun, backing away into the shadows, scheming. How to take back our humanity, discovery...

Boundless

What is this voluminous vibration jarring me from deep slumber; scratch the veneer and raw terror is unleashed unnameable, reminding me of self imposed limitations in a universe hardly vast enough to contain what is termed consciousness, Is there a plan, save for...