Anything shared with the world from your heart is a Tumbleweed Letter. Great Spirit reads them all.

I take people at their word. In this, I am not alone. Nor is it a fault. It is simply a less prevalent way of being.

Come to know that the dream has always been dreaming you.

A 1970’s Guatemalan jungle honeymoon. Bad water, Mayan ruins, good friends, lost seats, and skinny-dipping with predatory fish.

A Spanish tale of two sad birds in Tarragona. An epic campsite, a mystery man, lime soap, a wedding band and Angel's Tits.

On a beach in Algeciras, a sister-soul warms the foggy night, saves her dignity and gifts me with the scent of her hair.

In which I encounter a sweet small guardian spirit while searching through Paris fog for echoes of the Revolution.

Hitch-hiking across Canada on the way to Africa, I meet my Cree double, heed a warning and learn that you can't run away.

Two poems from 1976. Inspired by and dedicated to the Fraser Canyon and the spirit that moves throughout this region where I live.

While travelling from Lynn Valley, British Columbia to Tangiers, I decide to overcome my fear of dancing in Folkestone, England.

Hitch-hiking from Lynn Valley to Tangiers. Introduction to Walkabout.