A Word

All a poem needs is just a word A word to spark a flame in the heart of the listener Who also wishes to be heard That word could be blue The word could be hunger The word could be baby or daisy or dove Any word that begs, listen Please listen with love And … Continue reading A Word

into the earth

we move we shake  we ground  we build roots here in this place where gravity binds us here we are found swim with me into the sandy dunes  walk along the water and howl at the moon dance the dance you’ve never danced before and you may discover as we wonder along the ocean’s mysterious … Continue reading into the earth

the truth is

I am nothing sand crumbling blown by the wind erosion is my becoming ... the truth is I am a tree these roots planted  by none other than ... the truth is lovingly unknowable as it folds and unfolds like the sea taking with it what no longer is or ought to or can hardly … Continue reading the truth is

for alina

move slow that I may catch stars flying through the night like schools of silver fish slipping through fingers and puffs of short breath snatched by glorious heights. they long to know to know how to breathe how to be how to move slow slow enough to wander like the shepherd who knows the plains … Continue reading for alina