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Poem – The Road

The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this is only the beginning, if I choose to walk. I return to that road whenever direction is needed whenever I need a reminder of the path at my feet that I choose to forget. How to bring […]
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Poem – Into the Shadows

Holding up the sky as morning settles into the fields. We pass beneath the ancient canopy and quietly fall into its shadows.

If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #17

I imagine one his photographs might look like this:    

Poem – The Bridge

Years ago, after the moment passed, one of those life changing decisions that, somewhere inside, I know altered my chemistry, my core and will reside with me the rest of this life, and each that may follow, I said to myself, years from now, will I forgive, regret, or forget? Now I am here today, […]
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #16

I imagine one his photographs might look like this:    

Poem – Mountain Dust

Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea. The path these feet follow, paved years before by faces I do not know, yet I feel their presence and hear voices scattered to the ancient wind. If I peeled away the layers of each universe would […]
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Poem – Stars

And we sailed in a cosmic boat made from dreams across an ocean of stars. Guided by distant energy we only feel drawn to what we do not yet see. Paddling through stellar dust we travelled through star nurseries. Something on the other side draws us closer as we lose track of the passing years. […]
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Poem – At the End of the Day

Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly enveloped us. Towering pines scatter the August afternoon and we run through fallen needles and shadows. At the end of the day we rest in the native grases and watch butterfly wings open and close.

Poem – Fracture 74 (Fire)

into the flames the willow tree burns smoldering leaves melt from the crown dripping into the snow. I walk away as the last root burns and shake gasoline from my fingertips. the waiting messiah smiles snow building around its presence. the thinning horizon meets the whitening land as shadows disperse. when the last ember cools […]
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Poem – Outside of Time

Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through dimensions and space and time. Passing through all matter. I wait here on the rocky shores. The shores of an unnamed planet. What we have spans time. I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me […]
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