Each morning I pause, to give thanks for my glee Throw love to the world, and think ... who will I be? A builder, a painter, I spread out my…

She built her life around him. Adapting to city streets, with hidden treasures To country clubs, with empty pleasures To people enthralled, by gossip and spite And those who thought,…

You work all day to pay for what?So you can grow old, play golf and putt?Or travel the globe, packing in all the sightsTo fill your days, with flying kites? Turn…

Yet still.  I can feel your sadness, and pride And the hollow we both hold, deep inside The space where so many thoughts will collide How did we allow, our…

He broke it, their love So quick it had come, Tossing smooth words distorted by rum Withdrawal from smoking had let loose his demons, his addiction to toking had justified…

I just finished an intensive permaculture design course (PDC) through the Caribbean Permaculture Research Institute (CPRI) in Barbados. The course was held at Walkers Reserve (a sand quarry that is being turned into a…

I can hear the wind rustling the palm trees above me. The frogs whistle to each other and for a brief moment I understand  the palms and the frogs. The…