Of Gods and Small Things
I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
THROUGH MY LENS: waiting for the thaw
It’s helped me remember that times come and go in life, including those creative peaks and valleys.
Poetry Reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House
I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, so it will be especially nice to be back. Copies of my book, Gone to […]
THROUGH MY LENS: secret’s out
I look forward to finding him.., not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.
Monarch Season: Feeling Reborn
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
THROUGH MY LENS: the little things
Sometimes that is the way of nature, I know, some things are born and survive, and some simply don’t.
Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: thrum
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
THROUGH MY LENS: cat fancies
Animals always help fulfill some need or purpose in our lives. What intangibles they give to us and that we give to them, is a bit of a mystery.
THROUGH MY LENS: feet first
He always seems to know when I take my shoes and socks off- hearing the telltale swishing sounds from across the house- and comes rushing in to find me.
