Secret Society of Ferns

You spread yourself Across the woodland floor. A colony of answers. A secret society tucked In the woods, born of spores that were born of spores born millions of years ago. Your seed floating from woodland and swamp Through epochs and eras, across continents now divided By water and war. You are a living fossil….

Black Mask, Red Tomato

A Red Tomato Bursts On The vine Inside oozes Outward Her seeds keeping time Sweet center Remains Salt Deepens the Flavor As Green vines remains ever deepening her favor Young Weathered hand Calloused cracked, worn Reaches out Hesitating Looking for Fruit unadorned Perhaps his Blue eyes Should be Draped In black His Thick hands In…

What it is to be Human… Truth and Doing

Lately, I work with my hands a lot. This desire to create — to feel the musty soil responding to my hands as I bury a bulb beneath the dirt; to cut fresh meats, vegetables and herbs and place them in a simmering pot of broth; to feel a nail sliding through a piece of wood at the command of my hammer– feels primal….