Abiquiu Rain
The dry rustle of golden leaves
whispers of the coming death,
rocks are sharp under our feet
as we leap
into the high blue of an October sky.
Leaves crisped to the ground
crumble into dust and
snow settles on the mountains
under a fleece of sullen clouds
to remind us of the foolish promise
of flowers. The drama of healing
quietly occurs under the hum
of ordinary life. While we are
waiting for answers,
it has already begun to rain.
Poet
Waiting for the Miracle
Sophia's Legacy
San Sebastian del Oeste
What I did for peace today
Xoxocatlan
Queen of Diamonds
Kissing God
What do women want?
Mud Wrestling
The real reason We Sit Together and Breathe
Abiquiu Rain
Camping at the Chama
Home for the Holidays
review of Ceremonies of the Spirit
interview on blogtalkradio
How to get your copy of transparencies of light
In the Shelter of Words begins its journey!
Am I drunk or just dreaming?
Eve's Daughter
Traveling Home