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Poem – Machines That Move Earth
(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with an early frost. Subdued sun scattered across fields, meadows, and prairies. The sky becomes the land becomes the horizon. We head north, leaving behind city lights and traffic for pine trees and winter in the air. (2)…
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Poem – Black Swan
Emerging from the prairie and the ancient oak roots. numb, cold, senses fall away, the threads loosen, bonds stretched, there is light out there, somewhere, but here, where I stand, the shadows gather and meander in tight patterns around my feet and over my head, into the canopy, and cold infiltrates each layer and as…
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Retreat Building Continues
We have spent the last 4-weekends finishing a retreat and wildlife refuge up north. This is a stepping stone toward our long-term plans to begin prairie restoration and maintain a healthy forest through sustainable practices. Work completed so far includes a trail system for access to the deep woods, selection of the prairie project location,…
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Return to a Previous Life
Where do passions and obsessions come from? And, do they feed or lead one into the other? One day I awoke with thoughts of prairies and open fields, stretching for miles, right into the setting sun casting burning red rays across the landscape. I was not sure where this came from, and why. Over time,…
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From the Outside
(1) Flowing from cement into the gutters glistening under the morning sun we are not alone the mind turned inside out presents the hidden secrets and crevasses to the environment and the last thought or image is taken within to be remembered forever. An outsider sees no difference cannot determine the source the entity that…