A single bright cluster of crimson berry stands
against the dusky tones
and taut dry chill of early winter...

I will not hate
because of how you look,
who you love,
where you were born,
who or how you worship
or whether or not you worship at all

Welcome to the world, dear daughter, welcome

I stand in a circle of four strong women
their stories intersecting,

An old favorite, short and sweet, from the seasons of the long dark nights, and perhaps more aware of our celestial companions

There is a shiny sliver of a moon
hanging in the crisp clear southwestern sky,
like a piece of cherry pie
through a freshly cleaned counter glass
that you'd ram your nose into
by accident
because you'd never see it...

Panama, August 2004

El Bohio de la bahia
rainy season relieved
if only for the hour
Azure ceiling fleeting
teasing the constancy
of limitless horizon
and infinite Sea...

We had the luxury of having a beautiful old Vermont house to ourselves on a warm spring day. Sort of like being lost in time, with the world all around. I hope this captures the essence of the lives chronicled in the art and decorations in what could easily have been a quaint country inn on a sunny mountainside.

Anna's house sits on the marblemount
   where the houses of used to be
      still leave their footprint in the thicket

Anna's house brings the world to her
   from Honduras to the Himalayas
      in the work of many hands distant...

A summer sunrise in the south is a sacred happening - the sounds, sights and smells of dew covered greenery, birds awaking, and the sun slow to lift from the eastern fields.

I lay with my lover in a predawn
Sundrop awaiting the alarm
that will end this embrace
for the moment, alone
   with our thoughts...

When I was small
I dreamed of following every road
 to its logical end
 and its surrender to nature

Living on my high hill
 on clear windless nights sometimes
I could make out the far-off sounds
 of the interstate
In the valley below...

Inspired by the heartening but likely premature discussion about the future of the huge Glen Canyon Dam, which for over 40 years has drowned one of the most spectacular canyons of the Colorado and drastically altered this magnificent desert river's ecology

The ruins of Glen Canyon Dam
How many centuries hence?
Will its end come as its beginning did in human hands?
Or will it slowly crumble in the absence of its builders,
Long after we have returned to dust and salt?...

An early October tour of northern New England was predestined to include some inspiration amongst breathtaking fall foliage in the White and Green Mountains

Crystallization returns
absent since springtime
teepees on the Ammonoosuc
tourists departing
final glance at leaflife

During the wet cool season here in Virginia, the mist rises from the morning creek bottoms, and the spring beauties and bluebells add flashes of color to the mystique. Down where the sycamore seems king and the water truly rules, sometimes the eyes can play tricks on you.

I saw a ghost tonight,
wrapped round the branches of a creek bottom sycamore
    orange eyes gleaming in the mist

he moves in mystery and myth
his existence denied, since the century turned
yet he is here,
wraith or reality
matters not really...

I love the sound of your name

It was my grandmother's name of course
and I loved her dearly and deeply
but the sound of your name
I speak it softly sometimes when you're not here
the syllables make me smile
almost uncontrollably
it happens every time...

The names, faces and details have been blurred to protect the not-so-innocent.

I was a lilac
thief in Lincoln,
the church grounds
dark, deserted
just me
and God
and two noisy dogs
who obviously cried
wolf too often...

Winter always seems to be the season for deep reflection, and pondering the past seasons.

I mark the passing seasons by the shifting of the sun
Gone are the luminous red fireball evenings of summer
Replaced by the naked clarity of cold air,
a relentless north wind and the remote southern horizon...

In my grandmother's passing I find myself trying to contemplate all of things that we cannot know or see. It is always a mystery how the circle tends to complete itself.

We do not understand mothlight
the flicker that draws
the nightwing to its death

Nor do we know the mysteries of our own mind
once it surrenders memory...

I am finally learning to reward myself for being a writer,

or a cistern

collecting gravity-bound drops of words together

saving them for a bright moment,

or a dark truth...

The Great Smoky Mountains are far and away America's favorite national park and a glittering jewel of biodiversity. I particularly like it when visits sort of happen spontaneously thanks to the gift of a day or two off in between cities, when the Smokies just happen to be kind of on the way.

High Cherokee in distant haze
blanketed in a rhododendron sampler
stitched haphazardly over canyon walls
     and foothill knees

Hemlock hanging water over...

Panama, August 2004

Senor Pablo dances
    with his broom by the sea

casting off the remnants
    of the weekend guests
        at Sister Moon

    Always new,
occasionally familiar...

Might there be more to our menu choices than meets the eye?

My sister and I eat pizza
the way our mother taught us
with reverence and gusto
    Faux Italians
        eating Greek pizza
        in Sicilian style...

For the month of the Blue Moon, a little summer romance and reminiscence perhaps amidst the statuesque floodplain sycamores, following a moonlight ferry ride across the Potomac

The Jubal Early,
Slowly, steadily, restlessly
Making its way back and forth across the water

All quiet along the Potomac tonight
Moonglow on the ripples...

How dare I be so presumptuous

to suppose that my words have meaning to others?

That these scraps of thought

and ink

and wrinkled paper...


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Tour Dates

  • Jan 24
    Hungry Monk Music,  Charleston
  • Jan 25
    Community Unitarian Universalist Church,  New Smyrna Beach
  • Jan 26
    Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of St. Augustine,  St. Augustine
  • Jan 26
    St. Luke's Episcopal Church,  Rincon
  • Mar 6
    Franklin Park Arts Center,  Purcellville




Andrew is a grateful Endorsing Artist for Elixir Strings and Fairbuilt Guitars, and a member of the Virginia Commission for the Arts Touring Artist Roster. He also is a member of The Standing "O" Project and Concerts in Your Home.

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