Quotes by : Ned Hayes

The trees reach up above me toward the sky, stretching out their great limbs in an intricate pattern....

The wind is blowing hard around me, the sound is rising in my chest again, and I feel I can fly.And then....

I must learn to be as the bear in a cage with the stick that pokes it always, through the bars. The bear....

A rising tower of wood and needles and branches and great slabs of bark that has grown for hundreds of....

Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for resurrection. The living do not venture....

The branches are a storm around me, and I fall into a deep well of green. The needles and limbs rush....

I reached down to feel the soil, and I touched the outreaching roots of the trees that bore horizontally....

I do not like this idea that we have begun to kill off—at great velocity and accelerating speed—all....

It was very damp and misty–which some people from outside the Pacific Northwest consider to be rain,....

My arms sometimes move on their own in big flapping motions, as if I might take off, and my hands spin....