Soft Snoring Animal

Gray sweeping clouds pass over the rain soaked land, carrying ocean’s gift to the high mountains. Winter takes hold these long nights while bear sleeps in his cave. We carry on above ground, displaying our flags and assured opinions as if what seems solid will not pass in time’s river or dissolve in the great […]

Lord of the Dance

Big drop rain and gray skies settle over the land, cold air and wet ground bringing rest to the earth in the deep sleep of winter. Guides inform me during blanket weather in the shape of crows and bare branch trees, telling a story older than time. Bear dreams in his cave, salmon come to […]

Epiphany

Out of the world’s confusion like a thorn filled briar, we reach out to the heavens our playthings set aside for body, mind and heart to follow the stars. We travel by night under deep space shining, gaining our bearings for the direction we take to find our way forward to the birthplace of innocence, […]

Wanting to Give Birth

Loden green moss and gray bark mark the trees, gathering rain and mists of fog as winter settles in with cold comfort. I rise from the dream time to rivers running full, carrying mountain messages to the ocean bar, telling the great sea what lies beneath those peaks, ready to awaken when the gods call. […]

Murder Incorporated

On Seventh Avenue near the crossing with Sandy Boulevard, thousands of crows fill the street trees, line the rooftops, the power lines, every pole and perch in sight. Crows are flocking to Portland, crossing every border. They like our progressive politics, the entrepreneurial business climate for crows are innovators, dressed in mod black, always in […]

Fisher of the Dark

I throw a line into the dark, the only bait hunger and a sense of what waits in the last hours of night. There are tugs on the line, then a bite, a face from the dreamtime, something to satisfy my soul’s craving. I pull you in, remembering how we fought and danced in the […]

Breadcrumbs on a Trail

I walk alone from the dark night leaving behind tormented dreams. Why trouble over details when the house is on fire? The soul needs solitude and silence like a creature food and water. Shouting across barricades, fists high in the air, do you wonder whose world this might be? So convinced of agency that morning […]

Crow Medicine

The black body of crow sits heavy on a leafless branch surveying the street with dark inquisitive eyes. A low winter sun slowly burns off the fog, lighting the gray city with hints of warmth. The colors of autumn have dropped to the earth, the palette of winter here for the season of rain. When […]

Cave of Winter

Cold as fog the soul of the earth descends to wet darkness, taking the color of leaves and smell of grass to the cave of winter for the deep sleep of renewal.                      

Song Line

Down the river canyon water flows on and on from mountain lake through desert rifts of lava and ponderosa pine. Beside the rapids I hear the music, the sound of water over glistening rock, holding the magic of time unbroken. Out of that cradle the new earth is born down through the ages again and […]

When the Dust Settles

You can’t judge your life from the floor of the coliseum. You deal with what comes through the iron doors. You hear the cheering, the boos, the chants for your elimination. You have the memory of loyalties, love beyond reckoning, dreams gone up in smoke. When the dust settles, the noise of the crowd dissolved […]

Song for the Children

Sunlight angles from the south brightening the last autumn leaves, Earth folding in her beauty, sending trees back to root, laying down winter blankets, freshening every river and stream. We’re children, busy about our games, chalking pavement, skipping rope, the grownup Earth too large, too old. East of the mountains, the land brown and rough […]

Moon Gone Dark

In early morning hours with dawn a blush, moon rises in the east, cloudless skies, a sliver of light. I watch her go dark quarter to eighth to this last slice before departing for days of rest. I feel that time, light slowly receding, draining idle thoughts and difficult dreams. Then the coda of rest, […]

Night Gift

Flooded with moonlight the bay lay rippled with soft northerly wind, the sound of owls echoing in the forest. Her beauty spread upon the lonely shore a gift in the quiet night to any who might awake in these dark hours.                    

These Gathered Wings

Spirited away in the dark night, I travelled to distant lands, other times of strange expectation. I return tired, the night work taking more than day. Crows circle in the morning wind, the light of the sun a golden streak on the rippling sea. Always the going and return, my heart wants rest, to come […]