“grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing”

“The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me" from the poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing”

“We attract what we're meant to because we're aware & self-empowered enough to choose most of the time. Other times we have lessons to learn”

“When we make judgements we're inevitably acting on limited knowledge, isn't it best to ask if we seek to understand, or simply let them be?”

“Green and living jewels drip into my eyes" from the poem "All Green and Living Things" in the book "Terra Affirmative”

“like sunlight under their skins, they want to be loved" from the poem STAY in RidingTheEscalator”

“Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards.”