Hope, Despair and the Right to Die with Dignity 101

“It never occurred to me until this storm day, while swinging inthe wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense,” John Muir’s A Wind-Storm In the Forests, Mountains of California (Muir, 1894)

calm down

When my mother was dying from cancer in 2008, my dad told me that there were 22 others living on Trailwood Avenue who were positive for some type of cancer concurrently. “There’s a lawsuit,” I told my dad. We were driving and it was warm outside and the air smells like Central California does in…

christmas 18

29 days until Christmas Eve (again) 28 more sleeps till She is Home (again) a month of turning, tides, solstice wintering again She is a soft lovely beauty i’m taken to her folly and her lands of delight and of dreaming her left eye is the dreamiest in the last it was the right with…

piano solo

The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.

the tempest

where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped at…