STATEMENT OF WELCOME
November 13, 2017
Remember the story from April 2010, Great Blue Heron and Oak Tree Speak To Me? How I thought I was going to move to New York City, but springtime came to Southern Illinois and seduced me with daffodils and redbuds? How I was taki...
September 16, 2017
The Solution is to Love More
This was the message I received
When I arrived at the center of the labyrinth:
Replace fear with love
Replace resentment with love
Replace hopelessness with love
August 21, 2017
As dark moon shadows the sun,
may shadows of our hearts be reflected
so we can own our mistakes,
admit our misdeeds,
apologize for abuses
ask forgiveness where we need
As we collectively gaze skyward,
may we not be blinded
by the eclipse
August 14, 2017
As August dusk deepens to darkness, tuberose musk
sweetens the blackness, blooms sensory bouquets
of nectar fragrance hovering in heavy dew
beneath the stars, between sky and soil,
seducing the night chorus with gemlets of juices
July 22, 2017
On this day the Sun
moved into Leo, the heat
soared one-hundred ten
I greedily slept,
awoke to coffee and cream,
potatoes and eggs
I played and won chess
enjoyed luxurious sex
Deep ruby cherries
Dark chocolate with walnut...
February 3, 2017
I Googled “beauty” wanting to see flowers.
Clicked “images" and saw artfully applied makeup
on women’s faces, indeed beautiful,
but limiting in the representation
of “beauty” as a singular image
expressed as manicured faces,
January 13, 2017
I awake with a cold and a headache
Greg awakens to a snow day:
Freezing rain crystallizes trees,
glazes roads, makes travel treacherous for buses
this Friday the 13th
Full Moon in Cancer
Greg makes me ginger green tea
I love him
We sit by...
November 11, 2016
At first glance a bed of flowers,
always seen by some and never seen by all,
seems to exist solely for human delight
to brighten landscapes and lifepaths of passersby.
But the human who stops at the bed of flowers
not merely to look bu...
August 31, 2016
Great Blue Heron
stalks frogs early morning
on bird legs, beak long it struts
the edge of pond.
I startle it.
Wings span and soar away.
Just like that, it’s gone.
This summer was that kind of summer.
The fleeting and diffic...
May 18, 2016
Max and KB keep busy
burrowing their bills
into the marshes
into the wet grasses
seeking slugs and bugs,
any live protein and the occasional grain,
a rhythm of waddle in the slough and the stream,
an ongoing chatter of murmur meets cluc...