Holy Ground

the old man up the hill tends the garden of the woman next door the woman behind us up the hill donates supplies to schools the woman who lives beside her takes her sick dog for very slow, sunny walks to sniff the life from dewy blades of grass while ailing pup still...

Well Rested

I am tired of this world I’m tired of violence rabid intolerance greed rewarded trodden humans hidden, outright thwarted young lives mangled, ended weapons preferred to soft human flesh I’m tired of being told what to think how to think why I’m wrong...

Letting It Be

a flash poem inspired by my new We Shall Dance with Mountains friends…   Letting It Be soft paused cat nose to velvet bumblebee nose children down on the beach yelling to one another in self-created language: “Unda buda!” shout lungs...