Girl’s Feet

poet, artist find the space your place outside the race where mind goes empty ego floats to grace go there every day No matter what every day if only for a moment Go there Go there Go There now. Can you feel the earth? Her spinning rhythm? Feel your strong and...

How to Greet a Seal like Eva

It’s really foggy here today. I can see the end of the dock but not much else out there. The whole world looks like a down pillow from my window. As Eva and I walked the beach this morning, a curious seal poked her head out of the water to watch. Thanks to the fog and...

Noticing a Miracle

Our pair of resident bald eagles have been away from home for more than a month — off on a river fishing working vacation, we’ve heard from other neighbors — after their baby grew up and left the nest in August. I didn’t realize how much...

The Advice of Trees

be extra kind to yourself, little human in this interim span while the world remakes herself for you you are little for a reason take solace in walking outside talking to neighbors touching the soil and water with your so-cool hands eating food you made yourself, and...

Pickle Recipe

We could argue all day about what is and isn’t a poem but let’s not. Keep your perspective. I’ll keep mine. Let’s make pickles in lieu of argument. in my notebooks grocery lists and recipes are tucked among poems like lighthouses for coming...

How to Be Heard by a Total Asshole

Be quiet for gratitude. Give yourself time to notice the privileges sent your way today. Not everyone is so fortunate. When you see how lucky you are, you show up humble. When you see how lucky you are, you can listen and connect. Lose sight of that and in one breath,...

What Does a Poet Do?

for Alice Walker Do you know that poets in our hardest moments in quiet attic battlefields sit with you to weep with joy? Do you know that humans at our most afraid carrying hearts so tender act because your actions give us faith in ourselves? Do you know as yet...

The Morning After

so many empty plates dishes piled high corks found in corners furniture askew memory too what did I do?   beside stained counters trash overflows its cans and there’s pure audacity in that recycle bin what will the neighbors think?   candles broke their dams...

Questions for the Gentle

How did you do it my ancestral poets? How did you feel this world so completely when the gentle and the kind suffer while the greedy and mean run so many things? How did you embrace this world where war in all its forms spreads like fire where self-delusion and...

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