The light and carefree days Are visited upon frequently enough But all too often, I’m up against it, The wall Looming over The dark hiding the shadows Always on the horizon line. I’m up against it. This day I live Is a declaration Of my existence The inscrutable Deep divinity. I fear not I worry … Read more Up Against It
Call me up in memory, Whenever you want to feel What remains of the days, When we were the people we used to be. Maybe I will see you there, In the foggy dawn between dreams and waking. When the now gets quiet, And reality expands beyond the material world. Allowing us to connect in … Read more The Memory
I have been defiant. Shaking off my conditioned shell. Stripped bare to my bones. Where I became no one, No one but myself.
Buzzard ladies, I salute you. You are the topic of the hour, The fodder of gossips, And the inspiration for a thousand questions. You don’t seek the spotlight, but claim it all the same. Hermits of the hills, I admire you. The audacity to not need us, Your solidarity of one, The tenacity to shirk … Read more Buzzard Ladies
An ode to January 1, 2000 In case you missed it, today is predicted to be the end of the world. I’ve made it through several ends of the world. Maybe you have too. What I like best about the end of the world is the day after. The new beginning. Here are some words … Read more Happy End of the World Day….again. (journal)
