• Poetry

    Arlean

    I give you a bee’s eye view of women: Let me tell you About Arlean. Arr-lean with field grass hair And a Serengeti face. When she went rummaging around In the cells of her past, She pulled up a dusty bit of poverty. No, a skyscraper of poverty So tall you could fall off it And not hit the ground For eighty years. But Arlean, she got to the age She could understand Her mother Didn’t have very much (It was like dropping from a penthouse For eight years) But when she hit the ground, She had learned not to want What she couldn’t have (!) There went a barrel…

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    2001: A Roadtrip Odyssey

    Behind a CR-V on I-80 Senses filled with John Denver, Singing with Phil. Full of North Platte memories, Denver ahead, Life entwined with life. The prairie sails by and Phil is a land sailor and Trina says Calypso Reminds her…

  • Poetry

    Gratitude Poem to Maria Popova

    I love the way You braid your mind Into my magnetic field We never met Yet you’ve cocooned my soul A strange alchemic geometry of stars And nature and dust and faith In the unseen The warp and weft of…

  • Poetry

    Release

    release me from the arbitrary prison of conditional love it dims the candle that inlights my heart at selective moments when I’m irked or tired when my patience has wandered off when my collective beliefs becloud the yearning of my…

  • Poetry

    On Letting Go

    Seems easier to linger In the abiding hug of warmth and comfort Of a space so welcome, so familiar and dear Than to release a hold forged deep in my heart Nourished by sustenance of Soul Yet life’s gentle nudge…

  • Poetry

    Limitless

    One hundred eighty-six thousand Miles per second Is the speed of light In a vacuum. Says Einstein, Nothing can move faster. It is the cosmic speed limit. But, I ask, what is the speed of consciousness? Surely entanglement Knows no…