Sunday, August 31, 2014

When All is One

Our prayers
were made public tonight,
in a pow-wow
circle we offered
Our concerns.
and in succession
they spiraled
Our stairway
to heaven


Monday, March 10, 2014


Make me a spring fairy
vulnerable to the breeze
and breath of new life.
Alight me on the face
of the rock and I'll
sing harmonies
with your echo.


Tuesday, January 28, 2014

We Kneaded Yeast.

In my dreams
I'm scraping bowls
and dropping dough
onto flat surfaces
once clean, now sticky.
A contagious
mound of yawning
gluten is proof
that yeast breathes.
Now wash the bread,
and bake it in because
as soon as patient
mouths are fed,
the clean-up begins.