Tag: bryan hewitt

Where did you go?

All through the long, dry time of bright light I have been waiting to feel the rain falling on me as I walk out into the mists that draw me to them. Grey blankets of fresh-smelling water mingled with cool air wrap themselves around me […]

Smoke and Ancestors

There are ashes on my keyboard. They sifted in through the windows when I opened them to let out the smoke from a too-hot cooking pan a couple days ago. They came in when I opened the door to let my beloved in after a […]

Olives and Ophiolites

I am Maikos Oikinios. Tonight I am standing at the top of my house watching the light dim across the valley. My family came here from the land where the Great Temple raises its stones up above the groves of green figs to the east. […]

The Roots and The Stag

In the Earth there lies the roots of a giant plant. Maybe it is an aspen forest waiting to break the surface and sing the song of leaves in the wind. Maybe it is the first shoot in a mighty grove of redwoods so strong […]

The Music of Washing

The most recent name given to the place where I live comes from a story full of blood and desire that is surrounded by water. The conquistadors who set out from Spain aboard ships laden with guns, armor and the thirst for gold also took […]

In Search of Islands by Bryan Hewitt

Under a star that is almost lost within the vast darkness I voyage into the unknown. Along my journey I see the uncertain outlines of many small lands in danger of being swallowed up by the rising waters. They are beautiful and I love them […]

A Hymn To Life

I give thanks To the sun that travels By wheels unseen Burning its arc Through the lives it touches Bringing gentle warmth And clearing light To the stone At the center of the ring   I give thanks To the sky’s dome Where blues and […]

The Dancing Twins by Bryan Hewitt

Before I stepped onto the airplane I had been exploring the moss and lichens covering some of the most ancient stones on the North American continent in the foothills of the Appalachians. When my feet reached the earth once again as I walked off the […]

It’s All About The Water by Bryan Hewitt

I stand shirtless and barefoot on the dry ground.  The first leaves of fall lie where they have dropped from the massive Sycamore that spreads its four trunks high into the sky above me.  Dead twigs, living plants drooping for water, fifty thousand acres of […]