Madrone

Touch the bark of a madrone tree sometime. Put your whole hand on it, skin to skin. The tree’s covering is a blend of copper and green. The copper peels, the green stays. If you are in the United States, it’s called madrone, possibly madrona. If you are in Canada, it goes by Arbutus. In… Continue reading Madrone

Cat poem

I choose to stay with you, without obligation I am a house cat I am a 600 lb. tiger. I am sensitive Your touch can feel like 1,000 hands Sometimes wind feels like a gust off the ocean and I remember 200 years ago patrolling a ship’s deck. The big chair in the living room,… Continue reading Cat poem