☾ ... A shake in the bush, soft, quiet, Dared only crickets and night winds to make noise. A mouse in a trap, shaken, shook. Soft, soft… loud… Pounding the ground, leaf, branch,...

Last week humans scrapped in forests, Each berry and carcass was ours– We hunted, we gathered, We made huts of sticks, Decorated with vines and flowers. Just days ago we made villages, Fresh...

Over the lake is a large growing tree that stands over me like a symbol of change.   I remember this lake, when it was a pond, sky and water a bond, glistens all that filled.   I checked...