"I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across waters to create many ripples." - Mother Teresa - I have lived my life as a pebble tosser - picking up ideas and projects, molding them with my thoughts and intentions, and then gentling tossing them into the water of the world... Continue Reading →
Chickens don't have fingers. Buffaloes don't have wings. Gas stations should not sell sundresses. (They should stay in their lane.) My hands are ALWAYS invisible to touchless faucets.
I slapped a girl. I was 10 years old riding the bus home from school. Why did you do it? they asked. I didn't really have an answer, but you did. You saw it all from your hiding spot under the kitchen sink. You saw the truth behind the adoption. How she needed another knick-knack... Continue Reading →
"Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I should have known she would lose her mind, forget her name, along this ragged stretch of Big Sur coast. It is called Nepenthe after all. Nepenthe - the mysterious drug of forgetfulness. Nepenthe - eraser of all sorrows. I have experienced this once before, long ago, this redwood and surf induced amnesia. Right here... Continue Reading →
The turtle in its quiet pond knows nothing of the world beyond. The yogi on the bench above is searching for eternal love. And I sit somewhere in between just trying to see what can be seen.
“Have you heard the trumpets?” he asks. He has. Once in Wyoming, and once in Israel. The pilgrims in the hot springs nod in recognition and soak their blisters. I am a tourist in the waters. It takes me longer to understand what he is talking about - The voices of angels. I didn’t make... Continue Reading →
We walked among the grazing herd, their nostrils flared, their dark eyes stared, their big ears tracked our every step - like sunflowers following the sun. We knew our hearts had passed their test, they did not move, let us pass through, inviting us to quietly join their afternoon prayer circle. Last week a... Continue Reading →
The Sami people of northern Finland have over 200 words for snow. I wonder if they have one for you: For your arrival on gray storm clouds that expand to fill the sky, dropping down into our valley and obscuring the view, For the way that you silence the newly awakened spring chatter of the... Continue Reading →
"Good writing is always about things that are important to you, things that are scary to you, things that eat you up. But the writing is a way of not allowing these things to destroy you." John Edgar Wideman