
O little tree
Of the meadow,
You’re on your own
But don’t be blue,
For all the trees
Of the forest
See you alone–
And envy you.
–Photo by me

O little tree
Of the meadow,
You’re on your own
But don’t be blue,
For all the trees
Of the forest
See you alone–
And envy you.
–Photo by me

the backlit woods glows
like the emerald green eyes
of a woodland nymph
–photo by me




–photos by me

it’s either a spider’s web
hovering o’er the grass,
or a ghostly fingerprint
upon my camera’s glass
–photo by me

this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an empty thought–
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once
–photo by me

the whip still in his meaty hand,
he bellowed at his son,
“my pa whipped me when i was bad–
it never hurt me none!”
and so, in time, the boy grew up
to make the same admission–
what started out as child abuse
was now family tradition.
***
you either
face your demons
or they
raise your children
–unknown

canada’s burning her trees,
and sending bad air on a breeze,
but i don’t want to choke
on this imported smoke,
so i’m staying at home, if you please.
–photo by me




–photos by me & aaron

I walked up on the old mine dump

and found clover here and there,

and army worms up in the trees,

and flowers everywhere.
–Photos by me

an old mining road
now, a surreal hiking trail–
right up my alley!
–photo by me