The Lotus Tree

I was inspired to write this poem after one of my full moon visits to a particular redwood tree that grows near a place called Usal Beach, north of Fort Bragg, California. It’s a remote beach, accessible only by six miles of dirt road, after driving at least 60 odd miles of remote highway. Most redwoods grow straight up, a single spire swaying up to the clouds. However something has inspired this tree to grow very differently. About fourteen feet from the ground it suddenly spreads out into about thirty individual spires, each of which have grown over the years into mature redwoods. When seen from a short distance, the effect is that of looking upon an enormous chandelier. I call her “The Lotus Tree” because of the whorl-like pattern of her individual spires.

This tree has a strong presence about her. And judging by the path that winds up to her knees through a grove of similarly twisted redwoods—though none so spectacular as herself—it would seem that she has connected with quite a few people over the years. Knowing her has been one of the great blessings of my life.

The Lotus Tree

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.

This poem was incorporated into my villanelle/terzanelle project, so “the grove” and “full moon visit” are my 15th and 16th villanelles, respectively, and “the sagess” and “astral visit” are my 14th and 15th terzanelles, respectively.

desert song

The desert is an endless source of poetic inspiration. Here is a tanka to the deserts of Southern Nevada and California.

desert song

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.

Publication History:

Blackmail Press (web-based) — Spring 2006

Los Angeles

I spent a significant portion of my childhood in Los Angeles, and as a ward of the Los Angeles Juvenile Courts. Perhaps it’s a good place to be from, but it is no place to live.

Los Angeles

concrete blight on barren land…

sometimes i dream of you…

i see the earth
crack a colossal smile
grinning beneath your grids
swallowing with giant gulps
gnashing roads and towers with granite teeth
then in the end
chasing her putrid meal
she drains a cleansing drink from the sea
and seals her rocky lips once more
leaving only desert