Poetry: River Ink

    River Ink Went to the river looking for a poem I found my familiar trail Winding woods that hug the bank Whatcom Creek in August Bushes high and Full of berries, Birds and spider’s webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river This what peace looks like, Melted into movement TreeContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”

Poetry: River Ink

River Ink Went to the river looking for a poem I found my familiar trail Winding woods that hug the bank Whatcom Creek in August Bushes high and Full of berries, Birds and spiders webs. Grass sways underwater Moving in sync with the river Is this what peace looks like, Melted into movement Tree branchContinueContinue reading “Poetry: River Ink”

Fresh Air

Yesterday afternoon, desperate for some fresh air, I slipped on my shoes and traveled half a mile to Whatcom Creek.  Earlier that morning I put some olive oil in my hair for a home moisturizing treatment so I thought I’d find a good place to sit by the creek and sun my hair for a bit, let that oilContinueContinue reading “Fresh Air”