I began this year illustrating a wonderful book . . .
Light dawns, and any talk of proof resembles a blind man’s cane at sunrise. Remember the passage, We are with you wherever you are . . .
"When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly,... Continue Reading →
We walk on fire Though hidden from our eyes It churns and bubbles Within a crusty crucible Though hidden from our eyes Beneath our feet it rumbles Within a crusty crucible Hot molten lava Beneath our feet it rumbles We sense it stirring in our belly Hot molten lava The ember at our core We... Continue Reading →
Autumn’s full of flair, Shaking out her crimson hair, Fancy, she sipped tumblers filled With sunlight that in summer spilled, And now she beams while letting go Ablaze before the fall.
The woodpecker way, Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden, Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness But to get through layers Where necessary nourishment lives, One feeding the other, In the movement a transference Of information, Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic Dancing to a drilling drum beat The woodpecker way.