The raven for being so black Shines brighter than silver. ~Bonnie Buckley Maldonado I once befriended Raven, a jet black, obsidian feathered Raven. She descended from on high like a demigod barely flexing a wing muscle until she pulled up her feathered arms to perch on a slender branch in the gnarled tree I was […]
No one gets out of her alive. ~Jim Morrison I butterfly flutter between consciousness and unconsciousness until I am unable to discern reality from fantasy, trapped in an endless cycle of flickering images I navigate with the unsteady gait of a gangly giraffe just dropped from the womb, still covered in amniotic fluid, onto a […]
The trees have been her scripture and earth her revelation. ~Amitav Ghosh Camping and backpacking used to be a passion for me. There were few better feelings than sleeping beneath a canopy of stars on a cool night serenaded by night creatures, wakened by the song of gentle flowers in flight. Earth was my God, […]
A silver frog, a frog whose skin seemed to have absorbed all the madness of the Mexican moon. ~Roberto Bolaño Once upon a time, many years ago in the Spring of ’91, I was leaving Arches National Park at night because I could not bear to say goodbye while the rocks were visible. I left […]
What happens to colors when night falls? ~Shahriar Mandanipour Morning sun rising flings colors into the void separating heaven from earth. Earth is painted with all colors in the spectrum by millions of little ray brushes each choosing a surface to splash with its personality, paint reflective of its mood, the happy reds, the warm […]
Nez found God then forgot where she had left him. ~Joy Harjo I recently took a five-mile hike through a white sea, a sea as white as the sun perched high in the sky casting white shadows from behind white clouds, climbing over rolling white waves, sensual swells of talcum-white sand. Every silent step forward […]
Now I see the secret of making the best persons, it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. ~Walt Whitman Spring butterflies have merged from their black wintry cocoons and taken to the streets of Chicago to flit in the warm exhalations of Spring.