About five years ago I was sitting on the balcony outside my little garage apartment. I lived with my Leather family, and my little suite above the garage was my solitude, my sanctuary. I wasn’t sober then, I hadn’t found the strength yet. Having the drinks that always sat at my side, I was perchedContinue reading “Two Spirits”
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Only My Eyes
The edge of you Brushed my skin so lightly It bowled me over Hair spinning a torrent a tumbleweed Wild as the gusts that roll it And just as prickly You gave me goosebumps I wasn’t ready for And whirling to catch my breath Dry eyes dusty white I stood in place rooted, Cuts stillContinue reading “Only My Eyes”
Constellation
I took myself to the woods. To see horizons that ate up the sky, to curl up in crevices crowded with dark leaves whispering in the winds. I took myself to the woods to hear no roads anymore, to see nothing of mankind, to press my ears to the hollow shells of trees. To snakeContinue reading “Constellation”
Turning wood
I’ve been taken on as apprentice in a local woodshop, learning woodturning, shaping gorgeous bowls and cups and goblets from raw harvested wood. Even in the hot summer in an un-cooled garage shop in Texas this is quickly growing on me. I truly wish I didn’t have a full time job that kept me awayContinue reading “Turning wood”
When did you last sleep upon the ground?
Or even sit on her, skin to skin with the planet? When did you last touch a tree, bare-handed, to marvel at the roughness? When did you last say hello to a bird? And mean it? In my readings I find fiction to be a welcome respite. I “save” books about nature for later becauseContinue reading “When did you last sleep upon the ground?”
When the Morning is Mine Alone
And alone is a blessing When sleep drops from my eyes and visions upon waking seem more real than the floor I walk on When the blanket is warm and pulls me stronger than the sun As she sneaks at my windowsill from miles away I see stars holding to the black skies Clouds areContinue reading “When the Morning is Mine Alone”
From “The Overstory” by Richard Powers
“Talk runs far afield tonight. The bends in the alders speak of long-ago disasters. Spikes of pale chinquapin flowers shake down their pollen; soon they will turn into spiny fruits. Poplars repeat the wind’s gossip. Persimmons and walnuts set out their bribes and rowans their blood-red clusters. Ancient oaks wave prophecies of future weather. TheContinue reading “From “The Overstory” by Richard Powers”
From “The Overstory” by Richard Powers
“Earth may be alive; not as the ancients saw her—a sentient Goddess with a purpose and foresight—but alive like a tree. A tree that quietly exists, never moving except to sway in the wind, yet endlessly conversing with the sunlight and the soil. Using sunlight and water and nutrient minerals to grow and change. ButContinue reading “From “The Overstory” by Richard Powers”
As a tree
The dregs of anxiety have begun to recede and aren’t hanging their angry fingers over my head every day. At last. Although my palms sweat again just writing about it. It’s manageable, as if my body just had to take a few weeks to recognize it for what it was and relax again. CBD oilsContinue reading “As a tree”
Absence of silence
“Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.” – Henry David Thoreau “The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order that I mayContinue reading “Absence of silence”
A Burd in Flight 