Month: June 2011

I wrote this poem in the fall of 2002…I guess my artistic recovery has been a long time coming… I used to be a writer Telling stories of love and adventure, comedy and tragedy I used be a poet Doodling on napkins and in the margins of long overdue homework I used to be an…

6.26.2010~ The sounds and smells of this forest let me know I am home. I can close my eyes and inhale the deep, dank, musky smell of the of the earth, sweetened by the spring rains and the warming hint of summer. I know I’m home as I walk through the woods and am followed…