She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Friday, December 21, 2012


It's not just about guns, or video games, violence on TV.
The mass shootings and school attacks we see so much of today.
These are the acts of madmen.


Madmen are and madmen act; they always have.
What produces them I am not certain but I am sure their numbers and the forms they take are crafted by our culture.
It's about who we are, who we are not, and who we want to be.
Who we claim to be; the walk we walk, the talk we talk.
It's about a Nation of selfish, greedy, ultra paranoid, small minded, mean spirited people.
We say one thing and do another.
Thus a supposed Christian nation can turn it's back on the neediest of it's people.
There is a word that can be used to describe our culture.
It comes from the Hopi language.
Difficult to translate into English...
Essentially "Crazy Life" with the emphasis being on the crazy.
A specific and peculiar kind of crazy.
Life out of balance , Life in turmoil.
Life in disharmony with the natural world that sustains it.
A state of life that calls for another way of living.

Life as suicide.
There is no word in English to describe what we have become.
But I do believe that this invisible rift in our culture so aptly described as Koyaanisqatsi has much to do with the production of the modern day madman.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sandy Hook

Tonight I ask the Earth for her prayers
 I ask the Water to shed her unnumbered tears
 The Fire to illuminate the dark places
 I ask the Air to take aloft these prayers
 Lift them over and beyond the abyss
 To the comfort of the afflicted 

I ask the Stars
 To shine down on the children of the world
 To see them safely tucked into bed
 I beg for the mercy of the world
 To be bestowed on those who are not 

I ask us all for understanding, compassion
 For the wisdom and strength
To end this madness

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


Parting from the Canadian Tundra pines
Headed south in the sun
Not a beach dweller this one
No tropical paradise mode
The bare maple
And snow covered pine
Are just fine
For his winter abode 
So here he will abide
As I rest warm inside

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Price of Respect

Multi Cultural
Multi National
Multi Lingual
Multi Theistic

Multi multi multi

We are but one tribe
A mere 2,000 generations out of Africa
Yet we cling to a fragmented world of beliefs
As if the beliefs themselves
Were more important than our survival
Each faction each nation each religion
Demanding my respect.
While at the same time spending between one and three
TRILLION dollars globally
Every year

Just to defend ourselves from each other...

Want my respect?
Put your money where your mouth is
And we'll talk

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Neighborhood

Creatures, great and small
Populate my world and all
They are my neighbors, friends
They are everywhere, to all ends
Most shyly respecting me and mine
From the grassy brush
From beyond the tree line
Or down below 'neath leafy blades
Crouched, hidden in the shades
Some waiting
To invade... 

Creatures, lithe and limb
Fleet footed, soft and slim
Some feathered, flying
Some in the darkness, crying
Some in the moonlight
Softly sighing
Some living
Some dying 

Creatures, true and bold
Out there in the cold
Amid fen and fold
Brown, green and gold
Forever untold

Creatures, great and small
Silently they call
Eight legs
Four legs
Six legs
Two legs
Hundreds of legs
No legs at all
Some peering down from trees on high
Some sailing swiftly across the sky
Some swimming in a teardrop
Falling from my eye

Creatures, swift and fast
Echo from the past
Who am I to say
How ends this play
Or which of us shall last?

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

The Day After

America wins, America loses
America drinks and goes home...

I stand today with all my friends and with all Americans.
This was a difficult, alienating election. It is over.
It is time now to remember that we have passed through this process not because we are enemies, but rather because we are citizens.
Because we are Americans.

As a democrat I share in a feeling of victory today.
But as an American I also share a sense of loss
Those who voted for the other candidates are my countrymen and women
It is my responsibility now to remember that compromise is equal to compassion when it comes to making America great.

As an American
I share in a sense of a larger victory.
The process works.
Win or lose, power transfers and is passed on through the will of the people
Amid much fanfare, but without violence or bloodshed
The will of the people
Imagine that...

And so
Of the people
By the people
For the people
Still struggles with it's identity.
But it has not, as yet, perished from the face of this earth.

Not yet

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


The biggest storm on record
Here at the end of October
A surprising amount of heat still in the Ocean
Considering the date and the fact that Hurricanes A - R
Have already run their course...

Climate Change
Global Warming
Big Industry
You and I
We all play a part

Every time you start your car
Turn on a light
Bump that thermostat

It is difficult to own up to my part
After a mega storm such as Sandy

The truth is
That mother earth is righteous
And the fragile ecosystem that sustains us is weak
And that I am tyranny of greed, capitalism and industrialization

But I'm trying Ringo
I'm trying REAL HARD to be the Shepard...

Friday, October 26, 2012

Yes Indeed

So they took special paper

Dyed it green

Printed pictures of popular presidents on it

Called it money

It was better than religion

Everyone bought into it

So they put God's name on it too

And trusted him

And so it was

That all that was done for profit and money

Was blessed as righteous and stimulating for the economy

And it was good

And so the matrix was spun my friend

And now we all pretend

But in the end

It's just green pieces of paper

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Magic of This Place

Trapped between the ageless innumerable stars
And the roots of mountains so ancient
Only the bedrock remembers a time
When this was the roof
Of the world

Time counted not in years but in eons
Imbues this place with an aura of mystery
And of frank, matter of fact starkness

The stones speak of those ancient terrible pinnacles
Of the aftermath of their making and of their demise
At one point a warm shallow sea
And then mountains again

Twelve thousand years ago
This place was covered with ice
Two miles deep
And the stones remember it all
The mountains roots, deep domes of granite
Now form the steep hills and ridges
That press this place firmly against the sky

At night the stars shine out brilliantly
And knowingly
As if they shared a secret
With the hills, the stones and the forest
Which indeed they do

From the stars
To the stones
Where mighty forest trees slowly grow
Drawing with imperceptible measure
The wisdom of heaven and earth
To be displayed in subtle splendor
For all to witness and understand

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Yes; I Remember

I remember the day quite well
But my thoughts, my feelings and my memories of that day are often more personal than patriotic.
I am bombarded with messages from Christian friends demanding that we never forget, but making no mention of when. if ever, we shall forgive - even though forgiving is a fundamental pillar of their religion.

I will never forget, may never forgive, but that is just me.
America has a much bigger future to consider than I do, and much, much more to remember.
Do I remember Pearl Harbor?
No, I was not yet born.
But America does.
I remember other things though and some of them come to mind now amid this flurry of almost angry patriotism.

I remember that there were no weapons of mass destruction.
I remember that Saddam Hussein swung at the end of a rope while Osama Binladen laughed at us from a cave.
I remember Bhopal.
I remember My Lai.
I remember Kent State.
I remember Oklahoma City.
I remember the smirk on George Bush's face whenever he was confronted with any of his blundering atrocities.
I remember the bodies coming home from Vietnam.
I remember that I was not allowed to see the bodies coming home from Iraq.
I remember that we did not count Iraqi civilian casualties.
I remember that we once fought a Civil War, amended the Constitution, and freed the slaves; and then went on to disenfranchise, corral, and eradicate the Native Americans.
I remember that in my lifetime, more Americans have died from gun violence than in all American wars combined.
I remember that 44,000 Americans die every year due to lack of health insurance.
I remember Nixon claiming that he was NOT a crook, then resigning from office because he was.
I remember that Ronald Regan couldn't remember.
I remember Steven Biko.
I remember the funerals of JFK, Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King.
I remember the kindness and support the world showed us on 9/12/2001.
I remember how quickly we squandered that support with our arrogance.
I remember Challenger.
I remember Columbia.
I remember Apollo One.

I remember learning that when the founders of this nation wanted to justify their reasons for breaking from the empire, they sent a declaration to King George.
I remember learning that first and foremost it read: " We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

All men are created equal...

I remember realizing that in all the thousands of years of recorded civilized history that this was the first time someone had thought to write that down as part of a national doctrine...

First time...

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Last Full Measure of Devotion

Support the troops
Regardless of the politics
Abraham Lincoln understood this distinction, as he stood in the cemetery at Gettysburg and spoke to the nation.
Asking us to strengthen our resolve and to finish the enormous task begun by our soldiers, to unify the nation and to emancipate the slaves.
He asked this of us so that those who gave as he called it "the last full measure of devotion" should not have died in vain.
And so we do, remembering those who perished while fighting for the ideals of this nation, Freedom, Democracy, Justice...
We memorialize them with respect and solemn ceremony, as well we should.

But what about those who were not fighting?
What about the victims of crime and circumstance?

I learned this week that in MY lifetime alone more Americans have died from acts of domestic gun violence than in ALL AMERICAN WARS COMBINED.
What about their sacrifice?

When we talk about gun control why do we ignore this startling and shameful statistic?
The victims of gun crimes include innocent men, women, children, infants, as well as members of law enforcement.
Why should we allow these dead to have died in vain, while we honor our soldiers so?
Their noble sacrifice should give us purpose, and move us towards acts of prevention.
Instead we just run out and buy more guns.

This is a despicable and cowardly reaction and we should take note that it does a tremendous disservice and shows an enormous amount of contempt and disrespect to those who died most innocently.

Monday, July 16, 2012


Solstice starting
Season of surfing

Insects singing
Soft breeze tripping
Stillness shimmering
Sun setting

To the soft sweet night at last

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Longest

Eight minutes old
Career and scatter across the sky
Boldly knocking at my window shades
Shamelessly flirting with lush green leaves
Exploding from the flower beds alarmingly
Red, yellow, pure bright white

Born of fire
Sent flying in the face of the void
Some destined to travel for billions of years
Before delivering their messages of light

Others destined to linger here
And conspire with the elements
To create this perfect day
The longest day
Bathed in photons
The least reckoning of night

Wednesday, March 28, 2012


Sombre gray white, blue
Blow now from the Northwest
Winter grumbles
Whispers her dying breath
The promise of spring now
Put to the test
The forest and farmlands shiver
In quiet unrest

Monday, January 09, 2012

Around the Bend

Tilted twirling
Whizzing whirling
Whipping tripping
Careening cascading
Here we go
Around the steep end of the ellipse

Hang on
Here we go...

Days longer now

Till we reach the other side
Hope to see you all there
And doing well on this ride

Peace to all this Solstice Season