The things I might have learned

If my Abenaki grandmother did not have to live white, I might have learned the uses for heal-all, burdock and spirea. How to read the meaning in a wolf call. I might have learned to weave baskets of sweetgrass, the best time to dig the root of the blackberry, the names of the healing plants…

Torn

You can feel the passing of a life even before you get to the spot where the motorcycle lies crushed. The newspaper scorches my fingers before I pull it out of the plastic wrapper the carrier put it in. It rained today. Police shootings. Spilled oil exploding. Maniacs seeking to create horror, fear mangle a…

Is dominion philosophy man’s or Gods?

The great thing about having a blog named composting words is that I can write about anything. That is a good thing for someone with a wandering mind. My mind wanders about and explores beauty, ideas, relationships and feelings as well as giant human questions. It analyzes what it notices, picks up on similarities and…