New Caskets

I remembered how to be graceful today with others but mostly with myself after two days of puffed stoicism I cried delayed tears of release. I had creased myself into the folds of fear new caskets compact and necessary. Here I move through another space in the not-so-peace of wild things. I thought I knew … More New Caskets

I Follow The River

I follow the river through steep mountain slices warped like sparks in my soul but this time the river runs seemingly uphill and the gorges roll on unperturbed instead of obscuring their interior. I follow the river unsuspectingly until I find it, my spunky sense of youth where days of play stretch on and on … More I Follow The River


During a trip on the Main Salmon in Idaho, my friend Prester and I did some collaborative art. He watercolored the view from our camp, and I added text. Enjoy!  We hugged the bend today of crooked rocks and rain-dream skies, letting sand envelop our uncertainty. Contortions are not just for the river as knotty pines … More Contortions


While floating on the Main Salmon River between Jim Moore Place and Bucksin Bill’s, I wrote this poem slowly in my head, waiting for the river and landscape to whisper to me.  The validity of river is only a question of time and time has nothing but river to soothe its wily mind. Sticks and … More Validity


I’ve been quiet for the past month, scribbling lines of ink as I chase wilderness and water. Over the next week, I’ll be sharing thoughts and poems inspired by the rocky rivers of Idaho.  If God is a God of truth, she is a mountain. And if God is a God of peace, she is … More Holy