Cold Frame

a cold frame made for my grandfathers 84th birthday.

this was one of the most wonderful experiences, making a functional box to contribute to the garden here from a deep place of love for my grandfather. 

the poem is as follows: 

he lit a candle
on a whim
thinking of all he's got
then as she grew
lit anew
"i see you"
is what he thought

for in the heart of what we make
what we give
and what we take
there is a soul 
who longs to cross
the space 
twixt i

and you



Smoking pipe poem


is the pipe 

from which i draw

breathing in smoke, toke after toke, from the wood of my father

(one hell of a bloke)

over life,

i hum and i haw