THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD

THE COMING STORM

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

WAITING FOR THE WIND

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

MOONWALKING

Me and a raccoon and the moon.

GETTING OFF THE GROUND

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

CARRIZO PLAIN

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

SCARS

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 TENS

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.

THRUMMING

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.

PUBLISHING

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

BRUMES AND SCUDDERS

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.