Laugh, Love

Write every day.


Live every day, so you have something to write.


Different story or the same with minor variation.


Life won’t let you decide all the time.


Write every day, if you can.

Laugh every day.


Be this being who lives for what it loves.


Write, sing, or play every day.


If there’s a will, there’s a way.


Enjoy every day.


On the Precipice of March

On the edge and looking over. ┬áThere’s a new name for another of the same but slightly different.


I’m reaching the crest where I start to mark time with gray hairs and lost teeth.

I forgot how to look forward, forgot how to be me.

I traded images and faces, names, morphed with color of hair and strategy of game.

Beware, Self is something much easier to lose than find again.



Press on

Press out

down about the dust

make the path


Thorns snag

burrs hitchhike

trying to find the sun.


I’ve only ever run.

Now a patch of ground



It holds a lake

where I can see my heart glow

in its reflection.


Before, I’ve seen only clouds,



I’ve seen only

a murky surface

oiled slick and swirling


How am I to believe in this glow?

A whole universe, waiting to grow.






Count Down

How many made it this time around,

how many faces with you

versus those you search for in the rain.


Let the ball drop

Fluctuations of millions beginning,


stories spilling open


In explosions



and we’re left counting names

faces in the room with us

to see who’s going round again.


Never Before or Again

I’ll speak

star bursts

to birds,

and sing my hopes to insects


I’ll know when it’s time to sleep

by the weight of the atmosphere,

the ground.


I’ll forget words,

remember my heart,

sit in ghost silence,

and meditate with stones.


I’ll learn the language of


deer fawn


I’ll call hawk,

and look on night without suspicion.


Nowhere else than earth has embraced me

my bones will embrace in return.