Summer gusts
I had backpacking on my mind lately, so I wrote this when I woke up this morning. Continue reading Summer gusts
Red is my love
I reread a Cherokee myth that explained why the strawberry resembles a heart, and I found myself in the mood to write romantically about two gatherers and givers. Continue reading Red is my love
A morning storm
I wrote a poem about this morning’s weather. It’s not unusual for me to write, but it is rare I let anyone see anything I’ve written. I hope you enjoy. Continue reading A morning storm
Tree of knowledge
Emergent leaves of information
Trace tactile branches Continue reading Tree of knowledge
Primitive Joe 