Security

Security /səˈkyo͝orədē/ noun Weapons, walls, blame, and technology are not security. For me security is an open space within. Security is the freedom to be a gentle sprite at rest and moving among ever-shifting hearts. Cross-generational laughter. Borrowing others’...

What the Soil Said

If I was a person this world would destroy me. Good thing then that I am at peace under your fingernails. A robin on her nest. Shining feather grass waving in the ditch. Moving clouds at rest in the sky. And the wind rolling foam into waves for the fun of it. You may...

In Saying Goodbye

I found a perfect dead bird on the deck, outside the window victim of violence a deceptive white light through too-big windows his perfectly groomed feathers grew darker as they moved from his pale yellow-gray head to his almost black tail I spent yesterday willing...