Portal

There’s an invisible portal in the mantle covering Earth; look closely without staring: focus softly, not sharp, and you might conjure enough filaments to pop through, unexpectedly shifting into another realm long ago expunged from collective recall; Most...

Returning

My love for the land, whether thick wood or freshwater, has never left my awareness, ever seeking shelter in the bosom of Creation, Gaia Mother, by whatever name she may be known; And as I return to this rugged terrain of my birth, I am reminded that grace is ever...

River Watch

The river runs, swollen in spring from a source high up in crevasses of snags jutting skyward of tree line, cracks perpetually harboring snowpack, bald crags carved by weather and the bare relentless blaze of a beneficent sun; Churning down gullies and sluices,...

Little Dove

Anxiety for me is not a teeth-chattering, nerve-rattling affair, rather the tendency of an untended mind to flutter toward the familiar always a heartbeat away from cool, grounded sanity; When you return at day’s end, I step into your world for a moment of comic...

After the Storm

So much to contemplate, days without distraction save the pattering and drumming of rain and more rain upon metal roof, wind in absentia selling short the hurricane; Time alone in a storm differs from time alone by intent, the former leaving one feeling trapped and...