Passport Stamped

I won’t outlive the sea,
not one drop of its salt depth,
not the old growth trees
nor the stone beneath my feet.


I am a guest to this banquet,
a pilgrim at the bazaar.
I fought madness and money
and though my bones grow brittle
still I grip the tools to carve these words.


The tide flows on,
mountains stand in silence,
and here I breathe, for just a moment,
passport stamped for the great beyond.



photograph by Louis MacKenzie






















Reading of “Passport Stamped” with music by Afro Celt Sound System.


Flies with the Spirit

The stars we follow
have written our names,
the ones we’re given
on journeys with the sun.
The one your mother knew
when she regarded your face
outside and breathing,
that your father held
and surrounded with light.
The name of your soul –
flies with the spirit,
the gypsy through time,
an explorer of space.
The one I knew
when first I saw you,
full of passion
and hungry for life.
Cast off the baggage,
your heart space open,
we’re made for this music
and together we love.



photograph by Ann Foorman






















Reading of “Flies with the Spirit” with music by Hermanos Gutierrez.


Given this Beauty

Tune your instrument
to the key of praise
while morning light
shines on the sea.


Trees lift their branches
in the rising breeze
and the sound of life
buzzes in the forest.


How important
must you be
when all around you
glows a miracle?


You might seem drunk
but given this beauty
the stones would shatter
had you not begun your song.





















Reading of “Given this Beauty” with music by Django Reinhardt.


As She Passes

I return to the sea,
her face and tide
the peace of my heart,
the words of our story.


From far north
to the straits of de Fuca,
the inland passage
speaks in ancient voice,
braided with fog
and the cry of gulls.


Younger than we were
yet so much older,
I carve this message
by the light of the moon,
that you might find me
on your way home.






















Reading of “As She Passes” with music by Claude Debussy.


Give Way to the Moon

Scratch a few notes in pencil,
erase and feed them to the fire.
With your soul at risk
what the fire burns is not your worry –
that is the closed room, the barred door,
the lock without a key.


The tide shifts and water rushes south.
Scribble your last pleas for freedom,
then give way to the moon.
Break down the door
and let the wild one go free,
if only for the morning.



photograph by Ann Foorman

















Reading of “Give Way to the Moon” with music by Faces.


Trembling in Spring Glory

Comfortable in the dark waste
of twisted roots,
life broke the hardpan
forcing me to surface.


The morning light blinded,
a deafening sound of birds.
What to do in this madhouse
of awakening?


No return to the labyrinth,
no way down through the asphalt.
Nothing left but plum tree blossoms,
and the sounds of children.


Perhaps I’ve gone mad,
beyond all reason,
yet I open like dirt
to break out with flowers
trembling in spring glory.



photograph by Dennis Brown





















Reading of “Trembling in Spring Glory” with music by Seu Jorge.


Sing All Praise

Suffer the windswept ocean,
the cold air and crested waves
on this patch of green.
An aquifer of imagination
lies underground in pools,
rising through the roots of trees
and the sound of orcas breathing.
Down in the dark water,
up into evergreen towers,
I mingle with the gods of earth and sea
and sing all praise to the rain-cast morning.






















Reading of “Sing All Praise” with music by Seu Jorge.


Devour the Meat

When injuries of deception
corrupt the well, orchards shrivel,
and predators roam the streets.
Warm a cup of silence
on the fires of sacrifice;
empty the warehouse
of useless thought.
Stalking inner peace,
let fly the arrow of solitude
and devour the meat
of holy intention.



photograph by Louis MacKenzie






















Reading of “Devour the Meat” with music by Ahura.


Beyond All Belief

Rain falls, layer upon layer,
soaking the spring earth
with wet desire.


She lies waiting
in her dark encampment,
for roots to sing,
her womb to open
to the passionate sun.


Let lightning strike our hearts,
the groaning of the land be heard.
The gathering of night
meets one bright star,


and beyond all belief
the cherry trees flower.
























Reading of “Beyond All Belief” with music of Beethoven by Leonard Bernstein.


Join the Posse

Why go on sleeping
when the sun breaks out
of night jail?


Light thunders, planets
and stars disappear;
the Earth wrapped in blue.


Prophets of old trembled
for this sight,
monarchs stole fortunes
yet wasted them in bed.


Get up, comrades,
join the posse!
The morning’s here,
and mighty horses await.


The one who desires sleep
is not your friend.



photograph by Louis MacKenzie






















Reading of “Join the Posse” with music by Jim Wilson.