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…
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…
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…

Sea Island Brooding
Pale grasses yellow, wind-cured after months of rain. Waves lash the headland beneath gunmetal clouds. Sea birds flash white in sharp blades of sunlight; distant

Dark Water Fishing
Light breaks on the sea as men fish the ebb. Boats drift backward on the tide’s pull while I hunt darker water, baiting my hook

First Altar
Drawn by a timeless signal, I’m caught in a tide of soul-deep gravity. I leave the stone church for the temple of origin— surrendering prayer

Ancient Stories
Snow-laden mountains across the ebbing tide— a swollen moon floats in the sky. Soft purple camas wave and rise through spring grass, warm sunlight bathes

Learning to Breathe
The dark tide surges shoreward, cresting white on crags of stone in night’s cold embrace. Stirred by the sea, my heart swells with the throbbing

Seeds of the Anointed
Howling for justice while trampling hope, curses swell with fury under dark morning skies. On this day of choosing let the river of blessing flow