Sego Canyon Strange scrawled images, haunting, drawn in red ochre – stark, smooth walls, higher than a human’s reach. A quick lizard awaits the end of day’s heat, hidden beneath peckings of ghostly humans, spiraling snakes and big horned sheep. A tender green vine curls like a fetus into water washed red rock.
The first I ever heard of Michael Franti was when this song showed up on a compilation disc for some indigenous rights cause in the early 1990s. America was just wrapping up its first successfully televised war in the Persian Gulf, and the homeland’s economy was circling the drain. The lyrics immediately caught my […]culture, music, television
Here we are in the depths of long dark and there lurks all the light of day, just around the curve of earth. Happy Solstice – Here comes the Sun!
In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power I can scarce […]Darkness, Dreams, forest, fragrance, love, love letter, memories, poems
Few things bring me as much pleasure as waking up wrapped around the same woman, day after day after month and year. She is my pole star and my rock, my reality check and my down comforter. Not much ever distracts from my daily dawn awakening thought: She is there and Life is good. Four […]