STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky

I would like to sit under the Tree of Forgetfulness for a time, take a break from All That I Know of a world that is turning so dark. Sister...

  When the raven landed, claws skittering on the bending bough, I asked her: sing me a blues song, pluck some cool jazz on the broken guitar...

  In your deepest November, you slipped away like an elfin child, too soon, your long goodbye. This is my stanza for a community poem, contr...

  If December were your friend, it would give you a walk on the beach, waves and sky turned pearly silver by the sun. All colours would be i...

Today's sermon is choosing not to turn on the news, to sit in front of the Christmas tree lights, sipping a cup of oolong tea. Today...

  photo by Elisabeth Smith of Tofino In the darkness, watch for the light coming back. It always does. It might be December sunlight shining...

 No image, in deference to our sensibilities. If I numbered the problems we face in this world in a book, or a poem, it would fill us with g...