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Poem – Layers
Why do I spend each weekend breaking sweet and back? What does each peeled layer represent? What am I looking for? Across the water lapping at my feet the land rises to the sky and the cliffs. I dream in color, I dream in green I smell warm pine and feel my skin burn as…
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Poem – Machines That Move Earth
(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with an early frost. Subdued sun scattered across fields, meadows, and prairies. The sky becomes the land becomes the horizon. We head north, leaving behind city lights and traffic for pine trees and winter in the air. (2)…
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Essay – Judgment
Why do we continue to judge ourselves and our actions against a written word and faceless God when the only entity we should measure against is life around us, how we impact them, and the face in the mirror? When you wake, can you think back, reflect on the previous day, your actions, your impact,…
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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 – Before
Before this fire painted the sky. Water and rivers of molten earth. The sun guarding the primordial land before we arrived.
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Poem – What We Must Do
In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird voices. We reached the bottom of the first hill when we stopped in our tracks – remains of a deer. For the 3rd time in the last three years, we have found the reamins of deer while…
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Poem – Absentia #1
Absent of light the earth gathers itself reaching out to dark corners and pulling back that which strayed. Before light returns she counts each being and sighs before it begins again.
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Poem – As Years Pass
A quiet moment as the sun sets. Fields emerging from thinning snow. What is distant is near – train horn and coyotes cause us to look over tree tops into the horizon. Logically I know the concept of time, a forward motion from here to there, from present to future – a progression – time…
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Poem – Deconstructed, part 2 (Fracture 52)
glory to the stars white pinpoints. glory to the sublime dust streaks across the eastern sky. Haley visits. so too the particles surviving the atmosphere. and the shower we do not see sprinkled upon barren heads and barren earth. murky primordial soup encroaching the shore catches falling bits, no ripple, no wave, no cause, no…
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Winter’s Last Stand
Spent the weekend clearing the last visages of winter as snow and ice had become 5-foot tall hills. Beneath the mounds, earth sprang forth with cold water, brown and reddish mud, and single blades of green grass. Spring has been dormant, waiting for the veil to be removed. Early dusk light scatters through curved pine…