the laughing puddle
Leapinga playful Splisha joyful Splash Plungingdeep into the innocentPuddle of Poetry some sayshe was never seenAgain Inspiration:Who says my poems … Continue reading the laughing puddle
Author: Primitive Joe
Challenging backpacking trips, zazen, contemplating the lens through which I view the world, and a love of discovering new things drive my appreciation for this place we live.
the finding place
as a tree, still growing together with tall friends still growing loving all the seasons spring summer fall, winter sitting … Continue reading the finding place
Aion’s chrysalis
light breaks & glows, it passeswithin the humble silence of Aion’s cocoon arcing & extending, in timethe circle & line, … Continue reading Aion’s chrysalis
where the children play
plunged into the Saturnal yearno thought, a quiver, within reacharrows of time caress the archer’s fingertipslike blossoms of flaming cockscombstrings … Continue reading where the children play
a reflection
Dear moon I follow the river and you, dear one, are by my side Continue reading a reflection
mountain people
in my middle years of worklike sitting after walking a long distancei realize i’m a mountain person watersheds of conventional … Continue reading mountain people
premises and promises
disinterested heavens bloomjudicious flowers of indigoevidence in the great disquisition a lone star reflects these ordinary eyeswinter eyesin quiet woods, … Continue reading premises and promises
winter eyes
when I visit grandma’s landit no longer feels like grandma’s landit feels soiled, and heavy Michigan feels like grandma’s landespecially: … Continue reading winter eyes
Primitive Joe 