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...

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...