Kapiti CoastWe start to sink our roots down in to the area we now call home even as the earth goes through its own upheavals as if to uproot us and wash us away. The photograph is from on the Kapiti Coast.






morning clouds
all the saints a-spring
with the sun
a grave soul –
memory garlanded
with marigolds
i.m. Carlos Colón

empty nest . . .
one day I too will leave
my absence here
a spider and I
get up to speed
the call to
a celibate life
morning election