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Chapbook available for download
Part 2 of “Marathon Through Open Fields”, a collection of poetry is available for a free download from this page. Please send any comments or feedback to [email protected]. Thank you for taking the time to read this sampling and introduction to a larger body of work I am finalizing.
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What We are Given
She stares out the lessening window. Rain hits hard against her forehead against the glass. Cold seeps into the hand falling away falling down. Where are you? This city is foreign, this city is not home. Alone the dark approaches from beyond the black waters beyond the seventh floor. Music fills the space between deep…
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Depth
There is depth of oceans, measured in fathoms There is depth of valleys between mountain ranges, measured in feet or miles. There is depth of being, infinite, stretching from here beyond.
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Close, near
What we truly need and desire, is not beyond the horizon, is not across miles of water, and is not on the other side of the fence. It is close, near, where we already exist, within hands reach. Happy Valentine’s day, love. Used With Permission from Twisted Root Studios
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Red Raven Retreat – Trail Building
A perfect winter day to continue trail building and stacking of brush, to be burned at a later date.
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Red Raven Retreat – Trail Building – Day 1
A perfect winter day to continue trail building and stacking of brush, to be burned at a later date.
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Finding Zen / Peace – Part 2
Each day provides 24-hours of space to fill with anything you want. Replete with challenges, obstacles, and things beyond our control, how we adapt and respond creates the experience we take away, and sets up the state of mind and sense of being for the next space. The most difficult aspect of a journey is those…
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Calm
There is a place of calm. A place where what is within and without reach an equilibrium and the two sides agree to a truce. Here the sun shines from everywhere or steps aside, allowing different shades from another palette . I have seen this place. I have taken a deep breath in this place.…
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Spring
Today, on the way home from work, all of my senses, all of my being registered today as spring. The smell of melting snow and things it uncovers, the partial sun, the air on bared skin. Spring. This is what the beginning of spring is. Spring is about renewal, growth, beginnings, life. I am filled…
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Lutsen, 2012/01/06
I became aware midwinter of seasonal changes and passed time. I had been asleep drifting like silent fog and snowflakes without a lighthouse or horn. Surrounded by snow and the ice trapped within I did not know which field spread before me I did not know the year. In the far distance of many miles,…