# HOME LOSS CHANGE You might say that your life feelslike unspun woolright now. Matted and coarseon the surfacefrom where the creature that gave it formsweated and laboredand rolled in the dirtand got caughton brambles and thorns.It smells alive, your life, of bloodsweat tearsmilkshit.Each smell itself rugged,not pleasing.But all swirled together,one sweeter, earthy scent is … Continue reading Your Life Like Unspun Wool
# HOME LOSS CHANGE That’s the public service announcement. Social. Distancing. A contradiction in terms that now makes sense. The most caring thing we can do is leave each other alone. Doctors are not optimistic that it will last. Six months into the pandemic, even those that did care about others’ safety (shockingly, in this … Continue reading ALONE. TOGETHER.
# HOME LOSS CHANGE I wrote this poem a couple months ago, in COVID quarantine in Nepal. Paradoxically, when I had the fewest options, the least freedom of movement, the greatest disappointment for the dreams that couldn't come true - it ignited a fierce energy in me to focus on my long-term visions all the … Continue reading Give me your visions
I've been at Conscious Impact camp for exactly two months now. Three weeks longer than planned already. By now, I was supposed to be back at work in Seattle, after visiting friends and family in Europe and introducing who I thought was my life partner to my parents. Everything is different now. Disease beset the … Continue reading Creation or manifestation?
I wrote these four poems in August 2019, during the very first trip my partner Jonathan and I took together. We spent four days camping in different parts of the Olympic Peninsula: the beach at La Push, 5 Mile Island in the Hoh Rain Forest, Sol Duc hotsprings, and Lake Crescent. I loved the diversity … Continue reading 4 Poems: Roadtrip. Camping. Love.
Another poem inspired by nature observations on my recent visit to Salt Spring Island Three logs,having rolled off a ship,into the Salish Sea,find themselves side by side.Being rolled by gray waves now,with incessant tides,crashing against each other,hugging against each other.Worn smooth,separated from their identifying branches.Alone, together.Becoming gradually transformedinto cross-elemental beings.A fate they did not choose.Yet … Continue reading Poem: Rolling Logs
Have you ever wondered what tree and river may say to each other, such opposite yet age-old neighbours? This poem was inspired by a rain forest walk with friends on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, and by this photo taken by my talented partner Jonathan H. Lee (subtledream.com) "Hello again, my friend", says tree … Continue reading Poem: River and Tree