Pilgrimage Report in Poetry and Prose

The Summer Solstice-hinged e-retreat Walking the Ways of the Summer Light just concluded. This offering is a poetic report from a few moments of my Pilgrimage trip to Acadia National Park.    Love, the shaper, makes her a light fish with dark eyes swimming green, this passage skims skin from her cheeks. What she wanted [...] Learn more →

There is no heaven

The white dream waits for me to enter. The rabbit runs through a field of nettles, burdock bends in the wind. I follow, find the room without walls. No boundary, just wild weaving in green stem and white-pin flower along your blue shirted shoulder. We stand there in the where – a dream is always [...] Learn more →

After the storm, after Irene

In some places, silt over loam the death of a field and ferns covered in dulled-silver dust: ghosts caught between the green world and the dead.     In other places, the land stripped to bedrock barely a place for root to take hold soil slipped away and our suppers with it.   In these [...] Learn more →

Before the Language Comes

                                      Sick of those who come with words but no language                                     I made my way to the snow-covered island                                                                                     Tomas Tranströmer   A language without words forms at seam of earth and sky its first sounds are snow melt   It swirls at edge of day dark and we do not [...] Learn more →

Now Spring

Something rises from river, the melt, mad movement over rocks spray of water grasps light and winter’s hard rim, last ice ledge, falls in. Is this grief? No, it is the river and you standing at its verge.   Published on Red Rose Review, Spring 2015 Learn more →

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