Poetry, biography, and children's book author
The past has all blown east. The Monterey cypress felt it leave in the teeth of a Pacific sea squall. Ever since, the cypress has leaned toward yesterday with outstretched arms. Some days I am that cypress— wind buffeted, whale boned, sway backed and salt bleached. I was thrust off-center in my… Continue reading I Am That Cypress
When the need came for me to fly I pictured a juvenile red-tailed hawk, her gray feathers fingering rising air, playing the nocturne of her flight. Soon afterward contractions began; I severed the cord that held me since birth and breast stroked through the sea heavy air. See me? I'm flying! I shout to a nest of vipers,… Continue reading Midnight Transformation
Deep beneath the sea, in a bed of sand, a tiny pufferfish flaps tail and fins and labors over cryptic hills and bands and valleys, and with burrowing begins his DaVinci: Perfect geometry of circle and furrow, radial lines all adorned with shells, in symmetry as if the Master's hand guides his design. With luck… Continue reading To Radiate, Even Briefly
There is a cabin that doesn't exist, and hides in a wilderness of pine. I count the moss covered stairs that I climb to escape there—ten steps into the mist. So many times I've opened its door to peace, to be alone with my breath and try to get over my fears of death—… Continue reading Figments