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.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: fireflies dance
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me,
fallen to earth below…
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.
AROUND THE FARM: Letting the sunshine in
Every night I go outside and stand in the sunroom’s footprint to watch the sunset. It’s become a creative project as much as a spiritual one…
Signs of Days to Come
Maybe the leaves I found mean nothing except an early arrival of autumn this year. Maybe they are flukes, a mistake of one maple’s DNA code. Or maybe they’re n
Around the Farm: Holding Back the Wild
Nature has its own ideas of freedom, too. Whether you live in the suburbs or on a farm, a quiet battle is continually underway, a fight to keep the wild things at bay…
THROUGH MY LENS: hide and seek
Maybe they speak to something we are all craving, a kind of old-fashionedness an owl reminds us of…
THROUGH MY LENS: the sea inside
The inner workings of the peony flower remind me of the ocean floor. I have snorkeled along reefs and seen the bright, silent landscape of that other world. Strange to find on land something so akin to the exotic coral or billowy anemones living deep underwater…
