In the bitterness of an ending there is still light, in an attempt to not preach…

Nature is alive through observation and poetry. It’s not enough to see, it’s important to capture,…

There’s a time, for introspection, and sharing thoughts that jumble together one moment and stretch like…

There’s a time for sadness, at the end of the day, after consuming laughter and light. …

Growing baby dinosaurs are walking at my feet.  Their striped cocoon-like bodies, a feathered pod on…

I wasn’t paying attention to the gifted Lillie’s as they grew into full bloom: watery pink…

Sunshine hits the back of my hands and reflects into sand-banked fresh water –   The…

Detached from well-oiled machines, I’m am choosing a simple kind of madness.  One where an inland…

Reverse culture shock, it may be,  but how, I ask, have we amassed so much wealth…

Little Russian dolls emulate worlds within worlds, fitting quite perfectly, into an overarching narrative. I think…