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”
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When I Am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees,especially the willows and the honey locust,equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,they give off such hints of gladness.I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself,in which I have goodness, and discernment,and never hurry through the worldbut walkContinue reading “When I Am Among the Trees”
We all die
Mortality is so difficult. Even at my age. For someone who was raised to believe that “Millions Now Living Will Never Die”, my fondest hope was that I’d be one of those people. And yes, I was raised to believe that, truly. It feels like I was robbed of my immortality, to accept that IContinue reading “We all die”
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?”
A hermit. No, really
I’m just realizing that I’ve been more antisocial for the past few weeks. Which isn’t a bad thing. It feels deep inside like I need to preserve the peace I have and not reach out to those I love. It infuriates me, but that’s how it is in my brain. I’ve had my son withContinue reading “A hermit. No, really”
Is it heartless
In the morning I wipe the sleep from my eyes, thanking my brain for not dreaming of her. And it feels good and right that I have habits that are mine and only mine and don’t come from our time together. Even so she’s still there, when I look at my hair growing in fromContinue reading “Is it heartless”
From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon
“‘I like the woods,” she said. ‘In them, the possibilities seem endless. They are where wild things are, and I like to think the wild always wins. In the woods, it doesn’t matter that there is no patch of earth that has not known bone, known blood, known rot. It feeds from that. It growsContinue reading “From Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon”
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky”
“We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.” – Kahlil Gibran
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”
A Burd in Flight 