Introducing Echoes of Oms Patanjali’s Yoga Sutra I.1 atha yoganusasanam “Now this is yoga as I have observed it in the natural world.” There are nine short poems in the Echoes of Oms chapbook. These, and the monochromatic photographs that accompany them, come from experience in the natural Read more…
I’ve always said I can’t draw. I’m sure I’m not the only one who sets that limit on him/herself. And I’ve always wanted to draw. I’ve always wanted to be an artist, to feel confident identifying myself as an artist. But, like many, I’ve been fed definitions of what being Read more…
Sitting on a stump weathered gray, a seat in nature. The cut end of its separated body, the one it must have known and lifted for decades or longer, lies only 4” off its pedestal. The similarly grayed tree fell at an angle on the gentle uphill. Only one side Read more…
I wake up and I’m excited to write morning pages. I can’t explain why. There’s something positive and meditative about scrawling racing thoughts, happenings, nuisances, poetic, lyrical flourishes on the page. Free association. Illegible writing I couldn’t read afterward, if I wanted to. A couple weeks ago I wasn’t doing Read more…
I’d moved here from Missouri with an eye on the mountains, the trails, running and hiking and climbing and skiing, to get lean and mountain-ready. To tackle my 40s with motivation and hell-no-I-won’t-slow. To get Colorado fit. The elevation change took me — and my family — from living a few Read more…