Holy Season, Holy Light

I’ve always considered Winter to be a holy season. As the Earth’s axis tilts backward in relation to the Sun, the constellations that are typically below the equatorial line at night move north and become visible once again. The first time I see Orion bounding low and large across the horizon, I stop and gasp. […]

The Floor, the Sky

I miss writing poetry. I miss looking at the stars and feeling it. Listening to something meaningful. Making a connection with a faceless Other and dreaming of a distant heart. This is our live transmission. Turning back a decade of pain and avoidance. Cleaning out the insults and downward voices that have gummed up my […]