When the soul disappears, there is the night The pattern on the blanket of the sky Covering the world What lives in the darkness? Restless and knowing, gnawing on the bones of our many selves What yawns as it awakens? Rubbing sleep from eyes that have been shut but finally see Flickers of stars and... Continue Reading →

I walk through a shattered forest on an unseasonably warm fall morning. Taken with the fog as it claims each winding corner of the creek. The earthen smell of summer's decay in the air. The last stand of goldenrod, twisted and broken soldiers that refuse to yield just yet. The fallen leaves beneath my feet,... Continue Reading →

While sitting on the edge of the stairway that leads to the darkness, a question beckons from below.  Wise questions come from the darkness, often during the most challenging times.  Or when facing the inevitable descent into the longest nights, while bracing oneself for what will come.  Winter.  Rolling in slowly now as Autumn's Queen... Continue Reading →

The harvest moon, the stars in bloom Beneath a lonesome song We whisper to the fox and shrew The nights are growing long Oh, trees and fields all dressed in gold The Crimson Queen, her robes unfold She pulls the fire from her brush and paints the world with Autumn's blush And then we feel... Continue Reading →

If you aim to sleep in the devil's house, be prepared for the bed to be painful.  I said this in relation to someone's choices not long ago.  I know it to be true because I've made some poor choices myself.  I'm certain we all have.  We've ignored the fluttering inside us and paid it... Continue Reading →