On the Summer Solstice
Half asleep wine-flushed stumbling on the internal billows.


Here is Where We Live
We are a companion to the owls with countless white moons.


Aurora Borealis
The earliest sway of dreamscapes came with dancing ghosts.


When Shall I get back to that Other World?
Thunder echoes off the walls of a tall obese world, pregnant & shifting.


On the Winter Solstice
Above the mountains earth drinks the sun quietly in the black Alaskan forest.


When People in the Lower 48 Marvel**
All I want to tell them is how living in its dark bitter sadness is a voyage.