Poet's Journal
Journal Entries
Old Man
On silent feet the future creeps forward, hidden in the folds of the everyday, until one morning the old man…
Earth Welcome
Returned to the island, cold air and quiet tide relieve the dark night and morning’s weight. My eyes thrive on…
Woven Threads
Returning to the streets and sidewalks, I hunker down within the noise, exhaling morning prayers. My thankful breath a healing…
October Sun
October sun, bright on the water, turning to autumn. The distant mountains bare of snow, the sea windless and calm.…
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…
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
Morning Draught
From the deep earth well sunk in the bedrock of origin, I draw my morning draught, rich with the minerals of tree root and starlight.
Quiet Prayer
Clouded as gray skies, my thoughts held captive by the city’s grind of noise and glaring light, I turn to the inner chapel, hymnals worn