Midnight Poem

The moon and the Pleiades have set, it is midnight, and the time is passing, but I sleep alone. -Sappho

her Simplicity

“Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to… Read More

Bye 2017

2017 was an amazing, surprising, magical year for me in all of its ugliness and beauty. I’m so excited to see what 2018 has in store.  I wish everyone health, love, growth & creativity in the New Year…. Read More

it was my life

Cicada shell: little did I know it was my life. -deathbed poem of Shuho (died in 1767), from Japanese Death Poems (1986)

Black Hole Sun

Tomorrow the Sun, Moon and Earth will be in perfect alignment, causing a few minutes of midnight to interrupt the morning. What dreams will flourish in the shadow of the Moon? Will we see our own distorted reflections… Read More

1999 vibes

I was going to post an ink drawing I did in my sketchbook this week but it’s cloudy today and I can’t seem to get a decent picture of it so I’m posting something from my sketchbook circa… Read More

Dream Gate

Dream Gate. Collage in sketchbook. July 2017. “The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetative body.”   ~William Blake