poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
Note- some poems are prompted by a word or a phrase, perhaps an experience. This was suggested by an impossibly beautiful tree deep at the head of the unfortunately named “Negro Bill Canyon” off of the Colorado Rive near Moab Utah. red stone by the time we reach the top of the canyon we’ve … Read more
food my mother kept a grinder in the kitchen for breaking nuts, or making sausage– I remember the feeling of jamming pieces of meat into the mouth of the machine, watching as muscle, tendons and the odd small bones were crushed, feeling the resistance as the handle paused until the harder bits would break. Any … Read more
