Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.

Inside my head / or in a distant / Galaxy / Soft I hear it / Calling me." from the song "In the Blackness" in the poetry collection "Terra Affirmative".

Green and living jewels drip into my eyes" from the poem "All Green and Living Things" in the book "Terra Affirmative

grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing

Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE

The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me" from the poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing