Your Life Like Unspun Wool

# 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

ALONE. TOGETHER.

# 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.

Poem: Rolling Logs

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