A dog digging a hole is happy Sometimes they are digging to bury a bone Or investigate a noise Lost in the digging they avoid all thought other than I Am Digging But when they surface happily panting A little wild eyed Is when the reality arrives And they wonder if perhaps that great and […]
A grandfather builds a cubby for his grandson. A little house for dreaming, and for slowing down.
The Bridge I’ve Been Building I’ve been walking toward this for a long time. For me, writing poetry has never been about craft or output.It’s about return.It’s how I come back to myself when the world — or my own patterns — have carried me too far away. I was thinking about it this morning […]
What if what’s up there isn’t heaven? What if hell is not below? What if both are not places but presences — things that live in the spaces all around us, shifting their nature according to our thoughts? What if we know nothing about death or dying? What if we don’t go anywhere — we’re […]
I sat alone utterly happy — because my passing thoughts are great company when I’m happy. And when I’m otherwise engaged, they’re the only company I can tolerate. — This isn’t a dark post — just a simple truth known to most writers. We are a thousand voices and memories, compressed into one fleeting, fragile […]
Love is the catch in your chest Sometimes painful It’s the emotion that runs fingertips through your flesh And grips It’s nothing you can control I feel it when I think of this earth sometimes — People disappearing down the plughole of the internet Resurfacing “elsewhere” Uncaring for this aliveness Out here I try to […]
DawnThe last star of the night stays up late to saygood morning to the brave, the weary, the inspired, The ones on fire The ones that riseNo matter whatEvery day She stays up lateJust to make sure they are okay Her early risers And just as humans wish on the first star of the eveningOur […]
A poem about the artist returning to self after creating all day seen through the metaphor of the hawk.
We cannot give away, what we do not have inside. Let the kindness in, so we can carry this beautiful feeling and shine on others.
A poem that asks how a writer can hold space for people to arrive at their discovery without explanation, honours presence and personal insight over the presumption to give advice, or explain anything.
