Sienna Acorn Luminance

A journal from 7.18.2016 Sixteen years ago I was here. In summertime in Fresno, California, there is River Camp on the San Joaquin River. The air heats up quickly here, but by the river it is not so bad. The water and the trees make it cooler. This way you can go down to the

The Words that Matter

I haven’t wanted to call myself a “writer”. It sounds like another big-deal identity label with all sorts of implications. The sound of it brings to mind people way more disciplined than myself, who are way more at peace than I am with sitting in a chair for long hours on end. They’re more organized

How to Remember Math

The + sign means “together with”. Together with God, with each other, with the strings                 of the atom. Sacred geometry,                 crosses and circles. “Adding a negative                 is the same    

Life Without Oil -The Normal Life for Humans

This piece is written in response to the video below. “Can you imagine life without oil?” asks the video by GWI “Ground Wealth Incorporated”, an oil company. Well, “Ground Wealth Incorporated”, let me tell you about what the concept of the wealth of the ground below us used to mean to humankind. People have “imagined”

Del Valle

    Looking through old notes I had saved from my time in Anake Outdoor School (September 2012-May 2013), I found a half-finished poem I scribbled at the campfire when our tribe stopped in Del Valle, California, in early February 2013 on our way further south to the Transverse Mountains and the Los Padres forest

Kitten Intervention from Motley Crew Animal Rescue

Here’s a bit of extraordinary cuteness found at Motley Crew Animal Rescue in Redmond, WA back in 2015 thereabouts. These little boys are all grown up now, out there somewhere in somebody’s warm lap! You can hear my “baby-talk” voice, ha! I revisit this little show when I need emergency kitten intervention. Snozz.

Anne’s Diary Ends Here (August 1, 1944)

    It is strange that I edited and completed this poem today, on August 1st, 2017. A while ago when I was inspired to begin writing this poem, I wondered what actual date it was that Anne made her final diary entry. Then I discovered it was exactly this day, August 1st, 1944. …wow.

Night in the Kitchen: Poetry Fragments

    Blessed are you, Lord God of creation, who does not guard us from the work of your hands. It is good that we are supple It is good that we are fragile adaptable and strange among beasts that we may continue to be always remade. For You have forged in white fire the

Tellurian Words; The Harrowing of Hell

A collection words I have known while various word-checkers haven’t: Abrahamic, akathist, alluvius, applaudable, arse, barefootedness, bowdrill, chinchy, deoxyribonucleic, discipled, dreamt, duende, empathetically, entendre, full-hearted, hacktivist, hatchling, honeybush, inrushing, inwardness, Judaica, limbic, liminally, magnetics, Manzanita, miacid, millennia, montane, oxytocin, patrollers, permaculture, personhood, Pleistocene, putzing, prefrontal, primally, primitivist, reactionism, recusant, relatability, ridgetops, rooiboos, rosehips, sempre, sensei,

Laughing in Mountains

    Beloved, Beloved, come out from within things, as you look out from within things, from the eyes of your creatures, from the spark of creation as from the inside of a tree there comes fire. Come down, o love Divine, and complete my half-written words for your glory, my love, for your beauty,