This Stone

This stone was a gift from Wyoming she longed to travel so a friend pulled her from her field brought her here to me to live beside the sea she found herself in a house of rocks here from every nation imagined herself at first in train station here she was appreciated...

Together

a flash poem inspired by my We Shall Dance With Mountains friends. Amazing photo by Joe Milmoe…   Together distant galaxies being born an opening hand stretching across the womb of space touch the darkness with spinning fingers new fingertips encountering...

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...