Updated: Sep 17
I want to see if I can write 365 poems in 365 days. No expectations. No rules. Just a commitment to discovery. Tomorrow, September 17, 2020 will be Day 1. Hope to see you there.
The Statue Grove Standing at the base of this family of redwoods, I am enveloped in shadow, in mosquito swarms and in the lengthy lineage of these silent, stoic beasts. I wait a beat, before turning b
It's molten, this energy I go down to the park just as dusk reveals a full, yellow moon hanging high in the sky like a journeyman's handheld lamp. I hear them before I see them. The dogs. The dogs tum
Side Table Still Life An empty glass, a Biden mug, half full with this morning’s coffee, a dusty cotton lamp, and a pen balancing on a couple paperbacks.