• Moments


    Some things in life will matter the most While others stay trivial as dust. Be careful in choosing which battles you fight And keep your perspective. Just trust.

  • Poetry

    The Flower Girl

    Unknown days before the wedding Aunt Ann permed her hair, with “Just a little extra tug” to ensure each curl, But a tough ouch for such a small girl. A fragment of an aisle memory (One meticulous petal at a…

  • Poetry

    Bluebird of Happiness

    In ’45 a hit song flew On radio’s magic wing. Indigo airwaves, azure quarks Did “Bluebird of Happiness” bring. With longing heart, an echo lofts Like pure cerulean light. From desire’s transient nest Joy takes a fledgling flight. Climbing, diving,…

  • Poetry

    Memory’s Embrace

    My moth-eaten memory remains, Despite frays, a warm garment. I share some fabrications with my brothers That we hand-me-downed to our baby sister. The clothes make the man (or woman, or child). The designer was a family committee. When we…

  • Poetry

    Wind Horse Hug

    Oh to ride the Santa Ana current Of a deep deep hug That electrifies my cells. Where is my flying wind horse Now masked by social distance? Oh to breathe into a deep deep hug. I wait for wings of…

  • Mantras

    The Sun Came

    The sun came to this bit of Stale frost (an early Easter gift Of songbirds). Without reluctance, the ice began To melt and to flow and to drip wonderfully All over the full earth, The impatient earth, The unborn nations…

  • Musings

    Beyonder Things

    behold on that day i saw this before my eyes there was darkness all around and it its midst i beheld, in that blackest velvet dark, a pebble as if a raw precious stone like a diamond and behold i…

  • Prayer

    Make Me One

    Make me one with everything. Or if not everything Make me one with the nebulas That yes incubate their embryonic stardust. Perhaps if not the nebulas Make me one with the glimmering Milky Way That shimmers and spans the inky…

  • Poetry

    Canyon Valentine

    Hug the carven scarlet earth, The zigs and zags of water’s edge on Cragged canyon walls From damming up the flow Of rivers longing For the sea, the tidal ocean swell. We want it how we want it: A red…