THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD

Walking with my dog Ivy during the early days of the pandemic. A cloudy day, a cloudy time, a surprising appearance.

We all find different ways to rest our minds.  This is small poem about finding our way into a quiet place.

Me and a raccoon and the moon.

A short meditation on a Great Grey Heron taking flight over the estuary.

Take a few steps outside with me on a mini road trip, my first following months of lockdown.  Share the sense of expansiveness and life that I encounter both outside and within myself

During the second year of the global pandemic, a consideration of how we are branded and stamped by the experience.  From my third book TAKEN HOSTAGE.

Three line poem. Ten syllables each line.  Moon walking if you like.  I like making TENS, sometimes it is a good way to get my writing juices going.  This is from my second book Tender Footprints on the Central Coast.

Rain brings us close to our purest senses and this poem follows that path into an experience of connecting with the outer and inner world at the same time.

The elusiveness of finding a poem.  In this piece, I imagine it has fallen from the night sky and I respond accordingly.

Imagine driving along and seeing a field of sprinklers start up all at once.  See the clouds and the fleeting sounds and moments held therein.  It is both a short and a long trip.