Poet's Journal
Journal Entries
Sky and Root
Waning crescent in the morning sky marks the slow turn to lunar dark. Autumn strengthens as the green world lets…
Atonement
Autumn of the soul when memory repents and the fruits of judgment drop into the dark earth of forgiveness. …
Breathing Silence
A murder of crows across the sky in early light, tide low, rocks exposed, sun creeping through morning clouds. The…
Open Doors
The green world breathes the last of summer’s softness, while the souls of winter are lost in warmth. Tall grass…
Storehouse
Slow the turning to cool air and longer nights. Light on the water changes color, the green world burnished to…
Tree Branch and Crow
Crows fill the windswept shoreline, black silhouettes against the sky. The sea is gunmetal gray, with sunlight breaking through rose-tinted…
Wingless Angel
Lifetimes longer than the age of stone, even from sea’s beginning, I counsel with tides, trace runes on the sky,…
Silent Stone
Earth trembles in rain soaked ground, yet the sea is calm, the old trees heavy with many winters. The peace…
Soul Fishing
The sunlit path, orange-gold on the sea, one lone fisherman trolling the depths for the wisdom that might free you…
Quiet Sea
After a deep ebb tide the sea slowly floods, covering the mystery with saltwater healing. My heart rests between rise…
Awake to the World
Into the wordless silence I spirit-walk the new day, bare feet to ground, eyes open in early light. Shaped and…
Face Unveiled
In silent dark the soul rests in solace hidden from city lights. The healing night and flooding sea, God’s face…
One Thought
Today there is one path, one tide flowing before me. The greater powers move sun and moon, earth and sea,…
Ancient Shores
Greet the morning where stone touches tide, quiet as mountains rimming the sea; discord dissolved, healed the fractures, heart cleansed…
Surrender
The briny smell of weed clinging to bare rock, swirls of water rushing south as ebb tide drains the inland…
One Thought
Today there is one path, one tide flowing before me. The greater powers move sun and moon, earth and sea, yet reach down indelible and
Ancient Shores
Greet the morning where stone touches tide, quiet as mountains rimming the sea; discord dissolved, healed the fractures, heart cleansed of violent debris. Into the
Surrender
The briny smell of weed clinging to bare rock, swirls of water rushing south as ebb tide drains the inland sea, emptying the stone-lined cove
For These Moments
Moonstruck beauty of the sea, wind-driven from flood tide’s peak, chased south along the old salt veins of gravity and night shadow. Root me deep
Only So Much Time
Black silhouettes of trees against dark night beauty, tidal rip of moon and sea. I lay down the weights of lives never lived, hurts given,
Beneath the Scrim
I draw breath between swells, the rise and fall of the city sea in the rhythm of a metronome. Rivers of traffic, roar of trucks,