Wind of the early spring is a hard-bitten woman to whom it seems I turn my face for sake of pain, for test of mettle. She draws me dry of idyllic bliss, makes me work the harder for my sense of standing straight up in this world. There is no care in her bluster and […]
Monthly Archives: February 2014
Two seemingly conscious people set their eyes upon the thistle. One sees the weed, one sees the universe. Therein lies the great divide. Someone must speak for the banished and the shunned, the wounded and the wary. Someone must pray the wolves across the ice bridge to Minong. Someone must speak for the part of the […]
Well, the wind has done its work. I stood incredulous at the gaping wounds in the fortress and the fence, irked with penetrating questions that had no answers like how does a wood shard fly straight through a wall? Why would one fence panel just fall over whole and another explode into five hundred fragments? […]
The old fisherman drops off the dog but seems on the river already. With anxious feet, he’s off to the truck, to the road, to the river! I understand the haste, the sense of shortened days, and how few we spend in water. He’s not quite conscious to work out the bugs of bearing beliefs, […]
I hope to die into my own life, surrender to all its pain and pleasures so deep and real as to move easy, mist on water, a leaf in wind, and never speak of it beyond a grateful nod to the universe. Having struggled with dispossession for so long, then, by my stars, reaching a […]
He came as coyote to guide the ready and able beyond their borders. He said, I will tell you of the way though it will be inglorious for now. Turn by turn, through the many deaths and births of life, this is your lot as one sentient of animal time and consequence of spirit. Remember […]
