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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #17
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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Poem – The Bridge
Years ago, after the moment passed, one of those life changing decisions that, somewhere inside, I know altered...
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #16
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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Poem – Mountain Dust
Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea....
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Poem – Stars
And we sailed in a cosmic boat made from dreams across an ocean of stars. Guided by distant...
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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...
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Poem – Fracture 74 (Fire)
into the flames the willow tree burns smoldering leaves melt from the crown dripping into the snow. I...
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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...
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Poem – Connections
Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the...
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Poem – In the Silence
In the stationary silence I seek answers that already lie at me feet. I look for skies that...
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Good morning from Leroy and Vinny
Looking at the calendar, over a month has passed since my last post here. Where does the time...
Poem – Night Becomes the Day
Standing on the front porch I watch the sun rise over the distant mountains and first light run...
Poem – Horizon
Spring has filled in the once barren forest and we witness the green waves rolling toward the blue...
Poem – Love
What we have spans time, existing without place, breathing with each ray of light, captured in morning waves.
Poem – Driving North
Driving north this May an early summer and the windows are closed as the heat presses against skin...