Sarah and the Sonoma Fire

It was a long drive

rain, wind, and visible signs

remains of an exhaustive



littered the view


My throat aches

my eyes bleary

from unshed


as they search

for signs

of life

Then we saw you

and your family

and my heart filled


an overwhelming

sense of love





No Answers

I don’t have answers

as I watch the waves

rolling towards me

reassuring me…

I don’t need answers

jagged rocks

reminding me

that my thoughts

will always be fractured,

calming the questions

like the seagull

gliding so effortlessly

before me.



The March

It was a day

unlike any other,

I marched for myself

I marched for my brother.


I felt so determined

to walk with love and belief

and to march with so many

was such a relief.


But, to go it alone,

with my head held high

to march toward a future

Is something I’ll try.


Kelley E. Howe Nolan

The Path to Paradise

The path to paradise

is lined with leaves

dried by the warmth

of life.

The path to paradise

is filled with rocks

fallen from mountains

placed randomly.

The path to paradise

is filled with puddles

small pools, running streams

runoffs settled.

The path to paradise

is filled with wonder

the beauty of God’s handiwork,

tread, travel passionately


walk with awe.