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The Godfather goes Snowshoeing
Never too cold for… Don’t forget the cannoli You forgot the cannoli!
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Documentary – India’s Holy Men – Beyond
This is a documentary about India’s Holy Men, titled Beyond. They are part of a spiritual sect called Aghori who practice asceticism: forsaking all of one’s earthly possessions and living excluded from society. From a distance I respect the dedication and devotion to one’s beliefs. I only question what does this bring to a community and…
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Poem – Untitled
Sometimes word just get in the way of the image. The image speaks everything we want to say and everything we are afraid to say, and everything we are unable to say.
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Poem – Valley
Another great afternoon of snowshoeing and breaking trails with a clear cold sky. The treat at the end was a beautiful sunset through the trees. I stand at the valleys entrance covered with shadow and darkness. I am unsure of how I feel the wind blows through me. I cannot see the end trees twist…
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Alaskan Adventure
This is from my friends in Alaska. I have been on two trips with them and highly recommend them for a true Alaskan adventure. And I do not get anything in return for this post! Tips on planning your Alaska Adventure Glacier Trekking l Ice Climbing l Muli-Sport Adventure Tours l Zipline Alaska is big.…
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Fields of Snow
A foot of new powder, deep blue skies, and a quiet afternoon of snowshoeing. Nature’s fury becomes the landscape we seek the solitude we savor.
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Stone Path Review – Thank You
I would like to personally thank all of our readers and artists for a great to start to year three. The Winter issue was our most diverse in terms of artists, work presented, and the interview. We are hard at work on the Spring and Summer issues. We received a lot of submissions the past…
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Poem – Black Water
Across streets lined with promises and desires through baseball diamonds and strawberry fields the black water reflects the new moon and the promise of tomorrow’s stars.
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From the depths of winter
Just finished moving to a new house (whose idea was it to move in winter?) and we have emerged from the boxes and disarray. So much going on, so many changes, but it is the start of a new chapter. Each day is a reminder of who we were yesterday and who we can become…
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Poem – I awoke…
I awoke after years of semi-concious sleep not in bed, or in some familiar place – in an empty field. Some distace away in an unknown direction two wolves played with a gold sphere.