Edge of the Infinite

We go down to the ocean’s edge each evening,and sometimes I am so tired my inner filters slip,and I can see beneath the waves.I don’t mean this metaphorically.I mean I can quite literally see—the mounding lava rocks, the mountains of structures,cliffs rising just...

Question for the Ages

Some days I look aroundat this exquisitely unique planet—this shimmering blue bead suspended inwhat so many dismiss as “outer space,”as if the cosmos were nothingness—and I wonder how it came to be overrunby control freaks bent on damagingeveryone (fellow humans,...

Every Day Holy

Daily writing promptInvent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.View all responses Since holiday’s etymological origin stems from holy day,shouldn’t every morning we wake to the miracle of life—on a planet able to sustain our...

To Remember Again

This morning the wind carriesa music older than memory,older than the borders drawnto divide what was oncesimply Earth, breathing; I walk the garden in silence,feet on too-dry soil, and I pay tributeto the ones who have always knownhow to listen—to rain as ally,to...