The weight of the clouds presses my collar bones into my stomach. Ribs to hips and knees to the dirt. They call it relief precipitation,...

Can you keep a promise? This will be a beginning. A season of creation and becoming. Pay attention to the stirrings, the songs in the...

A soft and storm filled waking. The deep and dreamy shades of winter…stirring…in the direction of the glowing of the sun. (Breathe in,...

I like the way the stars seem to come out one at a time. Then all at once. The feeling of being outside looking in. Geese in flight,...

In June of 2018 I was supposed to have two hip surgeries, one to fix a tear and another to completely reconstruct half of my hip. 3 cuts...