Starmoth Press

a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

Tag: nature poems

  • left behind: a poem

    not just debris

    from the storm

    fallen twigs and

    forgotten string

    small dwelling

    for growing

    found the ground

    from its

    sky-kissed perch

    oh, to scoop it up

    to hold this proof

    to dampen the structure

    with saltwater tears

    We are luckily safe after Fridays’ storms but there is damage throughout town.

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  • where do you see reflections of yourself?

    Feet pull me out the door

    And wind runs fingers

    through my hair

    It’s familiar:

    this soft, electric air

    between the storms

    Damp earth sinks beneath me

    I fall into lush moss

    and vibrant greens

    alive with rain

    I see myself here

    reflected back

    by tree roots

    and budding leaves

    There is family here

    in heavy water drops

    and curious bird eyes

  • Writing hymns to autumn

    And looking for the signs

  • The first breaths of autumn

  • Keep trying


    A poem on staying alive and present in a heart-shattering world. Every night I take a walk around sunset, and I almost always take photos of what I see to remember the moments that remind me of the interconnectedness of all things. It’s a reminder that we are all god, and all the space between all things is god, and at our basic level, we are all the same. As a recovering addict, it can be hard to witness this world that sees children and people dying and suffering in unjust ways. The moment I feel my cells buzzing with the call of brothers and sisters all across this planet, I know I am alive…if just for now. And I can keep going. And I will keep trying. 

  • embodied adventure

    Ponderings on an evening walk from 08/23/25

  • A poem for the Ancient Self

  • A poem from walking

  • Animal: A poem

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