Other Doors

imprisoned by our fear — third

A story about loss and connections

shamans dreamt visions, white beings. saw them coming, tall houses cutting the face of the ocean, coming pale shadows covering horizon…

A Collaborative Effort With Barry Dawson IV

A haiku for this shifty season

Green-envy, free pint, heartbreak, and self-loathing at The Blarney Stone Pub.

In a world of self-interest and people with no time, you teach us the power of just being kind

I can picture it.

It is yours only temporarily

FUCK YOUR FEELINGS screams

Through the thicket, woven tight,  Filters holy winterlight  Cleansing land bereft of worth  At the warming of the earth.

A Poem