The wide grey sandy beach is strewn with dark seaweed In front of a guest house built on a boulder. The pungent, salty air lifts the half-staff flag For the victims of the recent random violence By a lone shooter. Come into the guest house to share a warm cup of tea And drink words … Continue reading Guest House
Category: Between the Lines
Remembering to Return
We remember the beginning and its beginning— The dance, birth, struggle, joy— Remembering how the grass sparkled in morning dew, Chipmunks pestering the birdfeed in the breeze That remembers yesterday’s howling wind That shook limbs and leaves of birches down Strewn across the fields. We remember what our mothers and fathers told us about our … Continue reading Remembering to Return
Notice All Around Us
Be empty of wanton thoughts Of lifting the rusty anchor Buried in mud. Instead notice how the morning fog Lifts like eye lids, as the sun Peaks behind the hills. Notice how pine needles tremble As the jewels drop into The stream below. Notice how a chip monk freezes Standing on hind legs, And notice … Continue reading Notice All Around Us
Ring of Fire 