wherever i go i shallsew seeds of simplicityplant bulbs of beautypot hale and hearty herbsdot fruit trees in the tiniestor most generous of plotsscatter seeds along the vergeand be faithfulit matters notthat the yarrow takes over a bedand then departs for a...

I had heard of rapé and was sure I wasn’t interested but as our guide continued around the circle curiosity began to replace resistance. As he quietly approached my mat I nodded my request and we whispered words I didn’t hear as he loaded the kuripe with powdered...

i fall with brothers and sisters from this life just pastleaf litter, in a rotting, mouldering, fetid massto become the forest floorthere is no scent of the newness of lifeall has been released the summer of this love has shed meas surely as a tree sheds leavesi’ve...

I made this advent calendar when my daughter and my inclination to decorate for the holiday still lived at home.  These days my daughter no longer lives at home, I somehow have more time yet not always enough to tend to daily routines and what my soul requires,...

When I write I often feel hesitant to write from the perspective of we, but even more so from the sole perspective of I.  It’s a conundrum every time.  Will this piece speak to anyone else?  Is it clear that the story is personal parable?  Or does...

During my walk this morning I saw the long shadow of my self cast against the hoar frosted meadow as the sun crested the rounded shoulders of the ancient mountain to the east. The space between daybreak and sun’s rise is longer here on the western slope giving us a...

and if i wake in the hour of angernot late enough for an early mornnor early enough to be a late nightwhen thoughts quicken with energy to burnis this visitation a responseto too much taken in out of habitor maybe not enough inhabitedor something altogether...