State park trail entry point.

Journey Home

Tales from the pilgrimage.

Poetry

  • This Studio

    This studio… is a place for creative endeavoris only a studio… a place for solaceby my declaration… from this quiet placethat it is so. ~ Sept. 9, 1990 Read more

  • The Work I Do

    The work I dois not for meso much as it is forthe friends I have come to know.The collagesThe poemsThe journal entriesThe performancesNot for me.The nuns taught us.All for the honor and glory of God.It is a lessonthat stuck.~ Labor Day, 1989, Lake County, Indiana Read more

  • Summer Arrives

    Summer came today…Cool, windy, clear.On the weathered picnic benchI sawed limbs,fallen during the storm,into firewood.A child stacked logson the deck,near the gateleading to the driveway.~ Written while living in the Calumet 1988-1993 Read more

  • A Chimney Sweep Swept

    Black Coat, long cut, with a red flower in the lapel. Top hat rounded, and in good shape.He hung it on the vacuum tank while he worked.Come in.Where is the fire place?Move things around so there is room.Lay out the cloth.Bring in the drum-like vacuum pump,Rods and brushes.Move things out of the fireplaceSweep, lights.Point out… Read more

  • Beauteous Pigmentation

    I bud with the maple tree this Spring.As insignificant as we seem, come summer, we shall grow, and make manifest our promise.Come first frost… our colors will change, our pigmentation turns beauteous, as experience will become this adult body into which I’ve settled.As our days are spent, whether as bud or as autumn leaf, we… Read more

  • Tell It Slant Poetry Festival

    Fan of Emily Dickinson? You should know about this upcoming annual Tell It Slant Poetry Festival at the Emily Dickinson Museum in Amherst, Massachusetts. Online participation is enabled! Here is the direct link to learn more about the festival and sign up. Read Frank Hudson’s post about it below. Also, consider following Frank Hudson and… Read more

  • 8 Shelves of Poetry

    With enough perspective, the social importance of objects is diminished. I’ve been inside the Statue of Liberty in New York harbor, and saw it up close. It’s name, “Liberty Enlightening the World,” by sculptor Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, simply states what it represents. Since installation it has come to mean more. At the reopening after restoration… Read more

  • To WCW

    Set my skepticism regarding doctors aside for now, while considering the pediatrician and poet. Set it on that basket, where it’s shine might illuminate this moment. Would we have him as our physician? Would we travel into the city with him? Would we seek his company? Would he have sought ours? To have his eyes,… Read more

  • On Retreat

    I said a prayer,then meditated.Tea brewed withOrange Pekoe teabagsis hot, dark, and ready.While out for a walk,I bought chewing gumfrom a vending machinenear the main railway station.I chewed gum all the way home.Through the window,children are playing.I realize somethingis bothering me.I do not share the joyof playing children.Instead, I’m on retreat,as ice cubes crackwith the… Read more

  • Something Is Missing

    What is life? But then who am I to ask? I am a grown person, not married. I mastered the art of survival. I lead a good life, or so they tell me. Yet am I really living? I am not sure. The plans I make are hollow, lacking companionship. At least I am planning…… Read more