Rainforest Poetry

*This is for my friends whose life partner has gone on ahead, into the mystery beyond us all I cannot imagine and wish never to feel the ...

Aloha Kakou. My words have not left me altogether, but I feel them receding like you might sense a storm moving off shore, finding a true ho...

Usually I post poetry here. This time, a short story. I wrote it September 7, 2014, as lava threatened Pahoa. It is the season of the v...

Over millennia or least centuries Some say less than 200 years but that seems so short a time The emerald forest happened It began with mag...

Mistral Pampero Sirocco These are names of the winds Chinook Diablo Westerly Don Juan de Marco keeps these names in his pocket Kolo-āpu‘u...

Out in the jungle he speaks to me Voice for a deaf person to hear We’ve walked together five years now He knows we understand each other’s ...

In the night rain the volcano’s mouth yawns wide
 Water plummets inexorably down that throat
 Making a steaming cauldron of liquid rock sou...