Morning Coffee Thoughts

As the sun rose
on a calm summer morning,
and I faced the four directions,
asking for balance,
understanding,
and grandmother’s wisdom,
the Hawk circled
then landed on the Elm
down by Willow Creek.

I thought at first
it was looking for its morning meal,
but it turned in my direction,
catching my e…Read More

Heave Silence

words recede
when darkness settles
and sound is heard only at the edges
muffled though they be…
silent sobs and absolute grief
louder in my senses
than gunshots and shouts of jubilation
because we all know where hate takes us
but only some will see it
guess it’s only visible…
from the barrel end of a gun
to…Read More

12th in Emptiness, Oblivion, and the Breeze That Knows Too Much

April 12th rises
like a hollow bowl.
A day carved out of absence,
light as a rib,
quiet as a room
after everyone has left
but the air still remembers
their names.

This is the day of emptiness
not the cruel kind,
not the collapsing void,
but the soft, spacious…Read More

The Moment I Stay Still

You want to steal my heart
and keep it…
but you say it like you’re certain
I won’t notice.

Maybe I’ll let you get close enough
to try.

Maybe I wanted to see
how you’d hold it,
whether your hands tremble
before they tighten
when something precious
leans your way.

But don’t mistake my stillness…Read More

Reach out

There are things I wanted to show
There are things I could not let go
When my light is finally out
I’m in the shadow

Reach out , reach out
You’re in my heart
Reach out
Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
Reach out
I will always be there for you….

I’m here for you
You’re never alone, its true
Wherever I am is a hom…Read More

We Are Not Machines

Do not worry
if you shall fall and forget.
Tomorrow always comes.
What’s most important is that you try.
It’s a shame that we forget that everything that we do
starts off with a person just trying.

The stark white of the page
Uninspired
Stop
Breathe
Occupy space inside with other things

Return…Read More

The Day of Empty Skulls and Full Time

April 7th rises
not like a dawn
but like a curtain being pulled back
on a stage that has been waiting
for centuries.

It is the day of empty skulls,
not dead,
not forgotten,
just hollowed clean
by the slow, patient erosion
of everything that once mattered
too much.

These skulls are not…Read More

Dust Before the Storm

The warning didn’t come
with sirens or lights.

It came quietly,
a shift in the air,
a stillness settling
like dust before a storm.

The horses grew restless,
pacing the fence line,
ears toward something
I could not yet see.

Even the cows
lifted their heads,
watching the horizon
as if it held
an answer I…Read More

Diversity

Being a city boy
with Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew-laden grass
licking my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
We are, all of…Read More

Backsliding into Hell

inches to miles
look how far we’ve fallen
never perfect but better than this
they’re rewriting what they aren’t erasing
stacking the deck in their favor
throw another log on the fire

some say he’s crazy
and they’re probably right
but crazy can still be evil as well
and nobody’s stopping his actions
what does…Read More

The Pitch

There is dark
And there is pitch
It’s funny how dark can feel comforting
And pitch is where the nightmares make a home

I see your silhouette in the dark
Envisioning warmth from lips
Sounds that roll like sweet butter toffee off the tongue
And I know there is only one thing left to do

Then there is the pitch
Alone and n…Read More

Echoes in Quiet Corners

Madness
in the quiet corners
of my skin,
a current of heat
beneath words,
beneath breath.

It winds
around me
like a labyrinth:
walls soft,
shadowed,
doors whisper
echoes.

Still,
I do not follow.

I gather
myself
from the noise,
from storms
brushing
against my name,
and cradle
the ember
that…Read More