A poem modeled after a poem by Hanshan, the reclusive 9th century Chinese poet from Cold Mountain who is credited with 320 poems meditating on mind & mindfulness, the moon, nature, self and more. This stony bed makes my neck ache. Moonlight chills my wind-gate. My blanket abandoned to a field of…

It’s fun! And they don’t feel used! — “I’ve decided to start sleeping with people on Medium,” I told my husband. We were sorting the laundry so he didn’t look up. “I need to get to 100 followers by New Year’s and I only have 37.” He replied, with the touching frankness one expects from a spouse: “Have…

Elijah McClain — violinist, bodyworker, animal lover, community volunteer — would have been 25-years old on February 25, 2021. McClain is the 23-year-old Black man who died after being attacked by Aurora, CO police officers who put him in a chokehold. Although he was on the ground, restrained, when EMT’s…

A sonnet for giving up and letting go — That old list — “What- I- Don’t- Want- To- Do” — grows Longer every day. Things that gripped me Once evaporate like forgotten woes, Dissolved by waves in a forgiving sea. Does this dub me dullsville? Flat? Drab as dust? The old babe at the bar with one story — Told so often it’s frangible…

Using a sonnet to decide what to do — You cannot have a doomsday cult unless you keep predicting doomsday. It’s required. In truth, it bums me out, I must confess, to realize these arcane truths are hardwired. I like to rise and have a shot of tea. I like to putter, read the cards and dance. Ego-tripping cosmic catastrophe prevents me from giving the day…

A poem modeled after a poem by Hanshan, the reclusive 9th century Chinese poet from Cold Mountain who is credited with 320 poems meditating on mind & mindfulness, the moon, nature, self and more. Piles of paper, virtual and wood, Greet me like old friends I’m seeking To avoid. Tangled weeds of…