Weeds & Wildflowers

Rest in peace, Paul

Here I am: see how ugly how damaged how full of hope as I bare to page to ink to sunlight ask this earth to love me anyway

Do you carry the unwanted baggage in your mind?

How does the world look to you?

Amusement guaranteed

And also to Dennett, who gives so many of us a safe harbor to spread our wings

A history of humanity’s quest for comfort

Image of the Author

A letter from love, written during a Poetry as Prayer workshop

The Quiet Beauty And Reflection Of Late Autumn Strolls…

Thoughts from a rerouted morning run to contemplate nature

A love poem

The peace and the energy that prevail

An update

Hmm, do you hear the music of a cricket playing so beautifully and captivatingly? Its song beckons you, late, under the covers, on a cloudy…