September 24, 2015

Walking the labyrinth

alone, I drop my phone,

my water bottle, and learn,

To walk the labyrinth

I must drop everything

except my intention.




Walking the labyrinth

with my partner

I learn when we reach the center

we had the same epiphany:


September 11, 2015

 (The beginning of this poem was written on the morning of September 11, 2001, before knowledge of the hijackings. The remainder was written after hearing the news.)


Asleep with open windows,

brisk air greets morning eyes.


September 11, 2015

Like a seed held between thumb and forefinger, passed palm to palm and planted in soil, stories flourish and nourish, grow from the palms of our hands.


I follow lines of palms on the family tree in order to find my roots.


My hand...

September 9, 2015

(This story is also listed as "Stories in Oak: How We Began")

In September 1998, Greg and I found a house for sale on four acres. The roof was caving in, the basement had a half-foot of standing water, there were heaping piles of r...

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