In Winter, Who is it For?
Over the top joy, my lungs full of oxygen rich air, my ears full of the sound of running water… … Continue readingIn Winter, Who is it For?
Category: Visual Journals
A Mind in the Forest
“My soul is an old growth forest.” … Continue readingA Mind in the Forest
No Shallow Stories
PHOTOGRAPH Shallow stories? Those don’t exist. Under Every lily pad on the surface, The long stem of the rest of the story Is being told in a wavering green light.
Photograph: Two poems and a videoito
Shallow stories?
Those don’t exist. … Continue readingPhotograph: Two poems and a videoito
Homestead Apples: Solstice Poem 2019
In the homestead orchard, a cascade of frozen yellow apples glows gold against the darkening stands of fir: I’ve never felt so wise nor so old. A sister tree tumbles
