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Poem – 13 Years – 9/11
13 Years (1) An arctic sunrise opens this day – cold, calm, and reflective. The sky burns today but not the way it did 13 years ago. Scattered across the deep blue colors from every palette converge and blend, overlapping, without boundaries, without hate. (2) At the edge splitting humanity we gather and watch 2977…
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Poem – Memories
On the cusp between two worlds the fine edge we walk through each day. One world filled with the memories we choose to keep. The other filled with what we have left behind. In the current understanding time is a persistent reference a way to communicate and exist within this space. But memories operate independently…
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Poem – Where I Stood
(1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you did not see me but you must have sensed my presence. When I could no longer see you I lit a cigarette and sat on a graffitied boulder near the river’s edge. (2) Let me go back…
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Poem – Fragments of the person
(1) Washed with silent words spoken by creatures of the day and night I let go and slept in their midst while the sky turned and the sun left this space beyond the trees. (2) In the depths of dreams I saw the clouds move slowly across the empty fields and at the beginning or…
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Poem – Far Reaches
At the end of this journey I stood before the bursting stars and bathed in the energy and light. I cupped matter in my hands and I drank the elements. Time did not exist and I knew nothing of time. There was no separation. There was no boundary. I became one with myself. I returned…
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Poem – When the Tree Speaks My Name
Weeks have passed since my last visit. Jack pine needles blanket the pole barn’s roof a painting of solid green and brown slivers. The front porch is covered with maple and oak leaves, spider webs and left-over wood that was cut for fires. What used to be a driveway is now in the beginning stages…
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Where we are going, what have we done
I tend to be a private person when it comes to political, economic, and social issues, but the state of the world now is too much to keep inside, to keep from spilling like blood into sands. As a person and part of humanity, with a connection to each living being, I feel sadness and…
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Poem – Welcome
Tears fall upon the lotus growing near the red water. A robed figure walks the dirt path from the bay carrying a full bucket not one drop is spilled as they descend a hill leading to the monastery. ~ Trees give up their leaves to the earth, the earth gives the leaves to animals, what…
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Poem – To No One
I sat down to write what’s consuming my mind day in and day out. I thought on the state of the world the wars, the drought, the famine – the social and environmental issues that continue to plague all beings. I thought about what can we do I thought about what can I do. What…
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Poem – Excerpt #2 from Sand Shadows
The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Excerpt #2 Grey sky meets the field past the mountain range, past forest and beyond the fertile waters. One bowl I carry down dusty roads, scattered snow fills my bowl enough to drink. Children run from yipping dogs chickens waiting for…