I’ve been spending as much time as I can on my beach, letting the quiet soak into my bones and its peace cover my soul. I have a narrow road to recovery but it is these moments that I find myself able to heal, little pieces at a time. Parts of me feeling betrayed. Parts […]
Due to the holidays, I decided to extend the open submissions to the poetry anthology, The Poets Symphony. A few people emailed and said they wanted to submit but just didn’t have time… I want to give you all an opportunity to be a part of this. The deadline is now 31 JANUARY 2020. You […]
There aren’t many places in the world that make me happy more consistently than the ocean. Or, perhaps, the beach by the ocean (because let’s face it, I’m not out in the water… it’s Alaska, for Pete’s sake). It’s the smell in the air. The wide open spaces. The sounds of seagulls and eagles screeching. […]
It’s not that I really have to battle any real wild animals. I live rurally. Pretty rural. Out in the wilds of Alaska. But they’re out there… I know they are. Oh wait….: I mean honestly… this is what I primarily see. Mostly wild. I say mostly because to be honest, if they hear my […]
Here’s one from my book, Fallen Star Rising, a poem which I have not published before. Buy it here for a signed copy or here from my distributor or here if you’re a fan of globe-wielding corporations.
I’m around… sort of. Summer in Alaska. Busy. I’ve been the last few days doing a type of subsistence fishing called set-net. It’s moderately labor intensive but worth it to teach others the “old ways”. So here are a few pics, should my view interest you. Mostly silver salmon, which is exactly what I wanted. […]
This arrow has always bothered me. Always. I am offended by its inclusion. (OCD issues) Also, please tell me I’m not the only one bothered by this. Please? Anyone???
I will spread forth my hands whistle, call out her name may she lift her wings fly far ‘til she finds my open palm she’s a beautiful little thing with her delicate red face and her tan and grey cape I wonder if her feet are cold I am overcome with the urge to wrap […]
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again). No people. No explanations. Only black and white. (Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)