Tree

Dear Diary

My name is Emily and I’m seven years old
This will be my first entry in my...

To me You are like a root
and i'm just an offshoot
To me You are like a blessing
for...

What has offended you?
You recoil, perhaps against the wind,
ever-pummeling as it is.
...

The smell of fresh trees
Is hastily taking me
To where no one sees

Possible to...

I breathe through you.
One-million-minute green lungs
Puffing out life like the smallest...

pease pudding hot,
pease pudding cold,
pease pudding tastes like snot
nine days old....

(circa the early 1970's)

Dad went trout fishing with a buddy.

Buddy says,...

Strolling through a sleeping reverie one night
I sowed the seed of a dream in its earth.
...

The trees are like eyes
Long and seductive lashes
Blinking in the wind

Curly creations of nature

dressing the trees as with hair

so beautifully sculptured...

Once upon a

time

someone dug a hole

which now looks like a

grave

to...

I find myself walking in my sleep, into the forrest of lavender ghosts that speak

The feeling of...