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:

The Solution is to Love More

Love More

Replace fear with love

Replace resentment with love

Replace hopelessness with love

Love the...

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

humming summertime

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,

women’s f...

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

Volatile Summer

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...

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