heavenly peace

i gaze at the stars and wonder

what strange tales are being told

around those distant campfires.

do they look up at our twinkling star

and spin exotic stories about us?

perhaps we each see the other

as something unknowable, a part

of the mystery of the heavens–

and there’s peace of mind in that.

–photo by me

the moon and me

when i was a young boy,

it was the ancient face

that cows jumped over;

when i was a young man,

it became my chaperone

and followed me on dates;

and now that i’m old,

it’s the pocked and ruddy

face of an adolescent–

by these observations,

i can only surmise

that when i die,

the moon will be born

–photo by me (double exposure)

Staying Creative

When I just can’t seem to put any words together on the page, I’ll put something else together on it, like this birch bark pick-up truck. It keeps the creative juices flowing through the dreaded writer’s block, and when the dam finally breaks, I’m ready to go.

Of course, good photos are the best inspiration for me, but this time of year it’s hard to get out in the woods, and now that we finally have an appreciable amount of snow, the options grow thin. Maybe I’ll go look for more birch bark.

–Photo by me