Listening to the Vine – Raspberry

The raspberry vine speaks to me. The first story she told me was of her beloved Monica. Monica Pombo was from Brazil and my partner’s wife. Monica planted the raspberries, the blueberries, and blackberries so that my partner and their son would have fruit for food when she died. The raspberry vine tells me she …

Dead Dreams or Killing Dreams

“We keep our vibration higher by prayer,
by kindness, by taking care of what we were given to do,
by cleaning ourselves of negative thoughts that originate within or come from others,
by cleaning with water, by humility,
by being in the real world, away from concrete and square buildings,
by speaking only that which holds truth.”[1]
~Joy Harjo in Poet Warrior


Anxiety  The word looks strange as I type it this morning. The truth is, anxiety feels strange. We all know this. Below is a poem I wrote years ago (2008) and happen across now. It causes me to wonder if humanity any longer has the ability to change for the better…or maybe it’s about desire… …