An eye opening An arm stretching Then a leg A shoulder We rise from sleep Hips sway Birds sing Frogs croak And there are fawns new and dew spotted Mamas watching as green emerges Gossamer buds Buttoned eyes opening to the warming sun And mud emerges and sap flows and… Read More
The scent of stillness The taste of cold The long pause between icy breaths Storms stalk the sky Heavy burdens buckled on its back Landscape disappears Hills, roads, fence lines, your home Above Trees sway Sway Shiver and sway an arboreal dance Limbs gracefully grasping Then letting go
I could see the sunrise on Tacoma this morning. The volcano best known as Rainier. Snowfields some two hundred miles north were lit peach and pink by the incoming light from a far off star. In between was Loowit. The volcano best known as St. Helens. Moments like that knit… Read More
Yesterday, while Deven Patrick Kelly was out on a killing spree at the First Baptist Church in New Braunfels, Texas, I was at my own church: The Church of the Woods, deep in the Cascade foothills. I was on the search for the delicious little golden caps called chanterelle mushrooms. Unfortunately, I didn’t… Read More
Katie Lee, the 98 year old Arizona activist whose favorite word was fuck, died in her sleep on Wednesday, November 1st. Katie had dedicated her life trying to take down the dam that had drowned the place she loved most — Glen Canyon — the contoured caverns and seductive streams that… Read More
Looking through the window at the trees and the fog. The flush of new grass that comes when these Pacific rains return. Peaceful rains. Feeding the thin strip of green which clings to the western coast. An eyebrow of green. A parenthesis. A lover spooned against a mountain range and… Read More