Homeland

 I created Homeland to inspire. 

I want to show things from the land, people, beauty, food, & community. 

I want to take things back to our roots.

A.W.T.B

wedding

His labor is a chant,

His idleness a tune;

Oh, for a bee's experience

Of clovers and of noon!

allowing some freedom to move within limits

familiar

a discourse between mountains.

I have stepped into streams
As softly as a child
In a graveyard.
Ripples explode
Where skin meets water
And disperse on bated breath
As the morning sun burns away
The gravestone's ghostly sheen.

yesterday we lived
today we remembered
we lived again

across the foamy heads of breakers

through alders

along roads ground to gravel

by ice fleeing a late Spring

into the company

of creatures better suited for water than land

and strangers offering parentage and brotherhood

to the wanderer

lost and found

at home in the world

Pression 

I have pressed myself; 

Shoulderblades and footbones 

Levered between a rock 

And a hard place.

 Like a canary in a coal mine, 

I have sensed the closing in, 

Felt the pressure, 

Sang, 

And flown away with a flash 

Of yellow wings.
  

a seam is a union 

separate parts become one piece 

where two meet there is a knitting-together, 

a bonding a knot tied against severance

endeavor: an attempt to achieve a goal.