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Can’t double Dutch with just one

June 6, 2017

Sitting in a hammock swing

Built for two

But it’s just me

Staring at the moon 

Listening to crickets 

Cars drive by

I’d like to share this moment

Simply you and I

Rocking in a hammock swing

Built for two 

Once again

Just me and the moon


Dining Partners 

June 2, 2017

I’ve never met an animal that excels in expressing joy for epicurean delights as much as a duck. Their ectasy over dandelions, grass seed heads, a full pail of water overcomes them. Tails waggle, bills fuss, gullets fill as they graze the yard with gusto I typically reserve for dishes of decandence I see once each year. 

I should learn from them. To uninhibitedly express delight at every type of culinary conquest. To delight in a worm as much as a succulent leaf. To constantly praise the very foods giving me life in all of their simplicity and grace. 

Dew haiku

June 2, 2017

Warmth as I face east

Orange pink yellow shoes mow through

Dew soaked grass meadows

NYTimes: The Youth Group That Launched a Movement at Standing Rock

February 2, 2017

So many elements of this article shed light on how important it is to love first, fight second.

The Youth Group That Launched a Movement at Standing Rock

Headwaters in Winter

January 27, 2017

You’ve paved the way for me

Hoof prints paw prints tiny talons in snow

I’d be lost without your highway 

Meandering through cedar and pine

Solitude. But I’m not alone 

The evidence of your presence I’ve followed for 5 miles now

I see you’ve stripped trees of bark

Crisscrossed this path

Taken off straight up slope.

The memory of your company

Among the softly gidled glittering pines

Gives me pause as I give thanks 

For the ability to run the woods with you

Wild free fearlessly

Softly lit trees

Broken branch with hoar frost impossibly parallel to the forest floor

Challenges the laws of gravity

Challenges my law of gravity, so I do nothing at that sight but laugh

Love’s nature

January 22, 2017

Is love like this?

An imprint of two bodies in the snow.

That fades, shifts, melts

eventually running into gutters, 

carrying with it the glimmers in eyes and laughter like bells

Of love sparked anew.

Or is that memory, that melts and fades and shifts with seasons.

Is love the constant, the cycle, the seasons that molds memory into its form? 

Verdant and hopeful

Cold and desolate 

Sodden and forlorn

Warm and effervescent

Love and love’s memory lie in the snow, in a space where two bodies laid

Together facing the sky and unknown.


January 12, 2017

Don’t speak to me in words

Show me the glow of a mountain sunset

Mist of waterfalls and moss covered craigs

Horses’ wind knotted manes

Fish scales and fairy tales

Sing to me in moonlight

With touches, caresses, softly stolen breaths

Play to me in the silence

Between choruses, licks, rhythms


In that space of nothing

That infinite longing

between heart