my poems are songs of return
As a nature poet, I live simply, immersing myself in the elements—camping beside rivers and oceans, listening deeply to the rhythms of the natural world.
I find everything is alive and speaking to me in its native tongue, and I am humbled, inspired, transformed. Breathing and beating in tune with the wild earth is my kind of magic.
I hope my work points us back to essential ways of being—where we remember our belonging in nature. I strive to be a voice that guides us away from consumption and competition, and toward creativity, connection, and collaboration.
I imagine a world in which we live in harmony with the Earth and each other—where gratitude and responsibility guide our place in the great web of life.
My poems are songs of return—part incantation, part diving rod, part hymn to the beauty and ache of this broken world. They map my trail through shadow and light, singing me home and beckoning others to rediscover the sacred ground of their lives as we weave ourselves back into wholeness.
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I only have one photo of you
you are sitting in my house in Boulder, CO
mid-sentence, your hands lifted like birds
a small nest of fire burning in each palm.
I sit on the big rock
to admire my clean tribe
of dainties with a smile
on my face, and I think,
now this is my kind
of prayer flag.
I wish you the cool clean whiteness of shells,
the sacredness of bones,
the memory of flight that leaves its signature in the feather.
Language was a song she sang
while she rode her bike
up and down the hill
a melody tattooed its signature
across her shoulders
The wind blows through the child’s hair and each tendril turns into a striped snake that sings in its own language.
Ghosts whisper as the door creaks closed and the red moon rises and the long snake stretches her back as you ride her curves, learning your own center.
In the forge of my will, I melt myself down. In the white hot heat of hurt, the last embers of survival roll over in surrender.
I felt the first pang of summer’s end, the way the darkness begins to outshine the light.