more than one way to cross a river

all its scientific names translate as insults

it’s just one of the weird mysteries of the deep

ten years no landing

This one is a cheat.

It’s not an intuitive, spontaneous piece of drawing.

It’s a response to a beautiful poem my friend Morwen Two Feathers wrote

about her spiritual path.

Morwen is planning on publishing a book;

I’ll link to it when it comes out.

he said tonight the aurora might come pouring down,

but all I saw was the glory of the moon

kind of looks like compost to me

(I mean that in a nice way)