What I’ll miss 


This is a photograph 

A window to the past 


A reflection that can last 

Proof of ones life 


In two dimensions 

Illuminated by the sun 


Corroded by time 

Recorded only in dots and lines 


This is a photograph 

Only able to see the past 


Imagined the way we see 

Capturing a fraction of me 


This is what I’ll miss 

About being alive 


This is what I’ll miss 

When I die 


It’s here captured in time 

Taken out of it all 


This is what I’ll miss about being alive 

It’s right here 


Written on this line 

Freedom is not nothing 

To do it’s doing everything 

And nothing at the same  

Time and when there is nothing 

To do it’s knowing very well 

How to do nothing 


Freedom is not fighting 

For control it’s knowing 

Very well that you  

Are not nor will you 

Ever be in control 

And that is not nothing 


It’s being alone on a balcony 

Made for two 

A straight highway 

Heading away from 

You in the rear view 

It’s a road West 


A sunset on the years 

Longest day 

It’s getting paid 

Every day for what  

You put into it and 

That much love returns 


It’s not getting hot 

When it burns 


& Constant rains
The land never changes
It will remain the same for ages
Ancient waterfalls in invisible castanets
The animals hidden from the winter or regrets
Conifer trees never leave- year-round and oh so soft

Deciduous-hard- slow growing and dense- ripe for burning
Salt spray and soils acidic- beach pea- nutrient poor moisture regime

Creeping Juniper- Ericaceous shrub- graminoids and Reindeer Lichens

Twenty-three types of lichens encompassing the Cladonia crispate

Frequently sub-mesic and ranges through xeric to subhydric
Pink Crowberry – Alpine Bilberry grow on barren rocks

Gnome Fingers and Shiny Gray Horsehair Lichen too

Frizzled Pincushion Moss and Dwarf Huckleberry

Cinnamon Fern on the thin veneer of glacial till
Coastal depressions left from ageless time
Leaving similar depressions in mind
Gritty Pixie-cup Lichen, Periwinkle
Cancer borealis- Jonah crab
Shamrock Orbweaver
Melospiza melodia
Red Fescue
And you




A perfect place in the universe 

Handed down through the clouds 

Cheering on something new 


Speaking in tongues since Tuesday 

Here’s a gift I give to you 

Holding nothing back. I do 


I would love you until the end 

Walking to you midnight or day 

Holding on to tomorrow anyway 


Maybe it’s not how I thought 

It would be maybe I have to 


Do it all again, over my friend 


Keeping time making friends with mine 

Never really knowing how much 


Further is there down the line 

Or what the future holds 


Though it is a reflection from within 

I’ll never get through to you 


A perfect place to put up your feet 

Lay back and eat cake if you will too 


                        A Night’s Sky


The stars don’t all

come out at the same time

All the light needs time

to figure out its way

     it takes time

to know the sky

We rush and want

all the stars

            at the same time

We live and share

but never ever

      can we see

         The world through




We sit and share

and live and

            hold hands

on the same ocean shore

Yet never know

another mind

another mind

   we never know

   we never know

And the stars show up

one at a time

like all our good luck

piled up high


Full Circle




The sounds of nature’s breeze when I sigh

It’s come full circle

Like a necklace of gemstones

It goes on and on and on and on


A flowing river of pure anxiety

Forest air cures the feelings inside of me

Birds sing and sound free

The wild fox has broken stride

Concentration built up on anticipation

Running full speed between the lines


Nature brings us all down to our knees

And the flowing river- so clean

Makes the sound of wind in the trees

We speak the breeze

Our sounds are nature talking softly

Our words invented to tell lies


Otherwise, we can speak with our eyes

We can live with nature

Let it nurture us

But we are preoccupied with lives

That separate and divide

Eat up all that is good inside


The Earth can carry us only so far

It’s down river

Out with the tide

Full circle like the moon

Mist burning off after sunrise

Revealing a voice that truth cannot hide


In Memory


I am

Where I belong in the black winter darkness

Of the forest full moon sky

Christ crimson blue aesthetic prevails

It’s already written on the wall

Written on the grave

From day to day

Sails across your mind- breathed across rivers

Through waves of time

All already done you just have to sit back

You don’t need to rehash just take it fact by fact

The simplest moments make momentous movements


But you never chose this my friend -Only an echo of mind

Our only hope is a finish line

So sensuous like sunshine after a storm

Life’s a list so long you can never cross off your mind

One day soon you’ll have to choose

A stage or a cage- a flight or a rest


Struck -you make stories Up

To tell the world who you are -But

The world sees who you really are

One who never chose this

Just thrown into the unknown


So: dream on- sing songs

Hope we all get along

Bless this mess -but I digress

Forever falling forwards to the future

To die to-day at such a young age

During the parade/ a wind-up fate

Blank statement tidal waves

Say goodbye again today


And I can hear you calling

Through the cold winter morning

The clear blue sky amplifying

Crisp winter diamonds hanging in the air

Creating waves craving days

Where wonder wanders over

Yonder feeling fresh eyes and breezes form

Left over seasons

We coalesce and confess our dying day


Maybe Today


A time before you knew the sight of birds

Fluttering by behind windows reflecting sun

We all go West once in our lives

Truncated and wise we devise tries to reclaim creation

What it feels like to fall -we carry so many defeats

Stack up -they stack up -they are forgotten families held

Tight by bonds of insanity


Clouds like roses fall from the sky

Fingers melt below the sea

Across the sky from blue of night from left to right

Right before the black-blue to yellow and deep orange sight

Play it backwards -play it forewarned to stay the night


Dream on all you dreamers in the dead black

Of night- pupils still swollen and sore

Darker than closing a door next to midnight

Blind as the sea

According to the sun- run run run far away

To be free, hide your face ‘neath the time

With hands open wide -weighed

Down by the masses -to grasp you -Finally

Really ready for the moment

Of elastic static- Time crunched beneath the skin


The deepest bridge -spanning the Grand

Scheme of Sins

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One sparrow living

To its best ability

Making sure its nest is

Clean and ready

For love or for what

Because that’s what we do

And better off

     Not asking why

Ask why we cannot

Rest even when

     The job is done

Is it because our minds

Cannot find a final state

Always another thing to do

Another distraction

     On the horizon

Around the corner

     Coming up from the depths

Of ancient DNA

One time it was yesterday

Accumulated on top of still surfaces

Though it's all moving so fast

Even dust does not last

Sedimentary stillness

Built up by the last to come

When things slow down

     And we carve out space

That’s when we come face to face

     With a mirror of yesterday


This Place is a Very Fine Place to Be


Like a palimpsest our records show

Seeking silence we go below

All at once and in between

All at once and in between

All at once a painted picture of the past

Made to last - laid over layers of time

Sentience intertwined

This New World is burning

It’s folding

It’s rotten

It’s gone

Look at nature

At the dog

Look at the birds

The bears

The fish

The cats

The rats

The squirrels

The lichen

The moss

The trees

The bees





The whales

The sharks

The ecosystem

The moon

We all carry on - it’s nothing new

It’s a long wide view

A fine place to be

A fine dot on a long line

A fine dot so small and frail

Just a mark on a trail

You’re on a path

When you arrive - you go back

And that old path is new

Our minds are the paths they follow forever

We are this trail

Full of discarded sea junk washed ashore

We are so much coloured foam

And metal turned to rust

We are drops of water in a vast sea

Up against windows drawn by the dawn

We are frozen bits accumulated into icicles

Forever fixed in a shape of something so real

We are cloth draped over and plants piled high

And lists of lists to accomplish

We are stale and stagnant until we’re dynamic

We regurgitate ancient images of forgotten dreams

We’re a dog scratching its own behind

We’re starving children on TV

We’re the fly buzzing around your condominium

We’re a sigh and a lean

We’re a dream

A projection

A reflection


Silence is as silence does

It is not a creaky chair

Or a sigh

The smell of cooked meat

Or the bubble of Champaign


Holding silence the walls bend

Everybody is satisfied

And nobody talks as we drive

Silence is an illusion

But so is every colour


Silence only invites intrusion

In the void that is the mind

The dark deep place

That comes in the middle of sleep

A bowl of memories full


Has no use to keep


Oh God what kind of animal

            Do I want to be?

One that can play the guitar

Or do nice things

            Reach for things and alter

Your mind

Oh God let me choose

From more than there is

            To see

            What there is to be

And what is

            Should I be patient

            And pay attention

Should I give it a squeeze

Choose the right kind of animal

            To be

One who leans on park benches

Or swings through trees

Should I be that sort of animal

God won’t you help me please?


Oh my God

What kind of man

            I want to be

Walking in from the street

Carrying what ever they do

            What kind of man are you

I get to choose

            When I witness the stream

I can see all the men I do not

            Want to be

And overhear their lives

Making a picture in my mind

Casting shadows on the

            Thresholds I have

In or on my mind a

            Different face entering

A new land somewhere

A man like me can live

Oh my God please please me

Tell me what kind of man

                        To be


A robin bounced

Up cautiously

One morning

Bounced its way

Closer to me

Though I was

High behind a window

It bounced once

And again

Up the driveway

Onto the stone path

Red coat yellow beak

I knew it was a Robin

Arms tucked gracefully

Behind its back


It bounced its way

To me and

Out of sight

So gracefully


In the middle of these

Broken down lands

Change comes knocking

No more


We will wilt below the weight

The random accusations

Of storms at your door


This old dog needs a walk

We all need a place

To find nature under foot


But homes need building

Like a birds nest needs done

Too many chicks need raising


And there’s no more space

For wild deer grazing

And wild animals come knocking

At your door