The dis-membered pieces of us might re-member
and reveal the wayward among the found.
Welcome to Bearbones. Since Winter Solstice 2017, this has been a home for poems. They came as lines in the night or dreams that lingered, and are more creatures in their own right than clusters of my painstakingly chosen words (though there is that, too). Behind each poem, there is a story — an encounter with a moose, or a generous tree. I hope that my sharing a few lines in this way stirs something real inside of you – you know, the Velveteen Rabbit kind of real. And then maybe, someday, that motion might build into something undeniably alive for you, an inspiration of your own that spins off into the wild world we share – and nudges still another. Go. Do it. I’ll keep the fire going.