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Poem – The Sea and the Empty Field
I awake to a sun touching each empty element and empty seed, vessels like stem cells will sprout into anything. I think of a willow tree providing shade and shelter and one emerges. I sit beneath the spindly limbs and I remember two ships anchored at sea, braced against the November Gales their bellies empty.…
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Poem – The Sky is Burning
The black sky of antiquity replaced by what we do not know what we fear. In the depths of thought do we remember the ancient rituals and sacrifice at the base of each tree, at the shoreline, at our fingertips? The burning sky approaches from the south, consuming what we do not know what we…
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Time
Where has time gone? While I know time itself does not change, only our perception, I must have been asleep for a few days. It is already May and I have not really written a poem or prose in a couple of weeks. I have spent some time in quiet reflection of my past and…
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Fragments Across the Empty Field
He longs for home of which he is unsure, what that home entails, where the road begins. He left. In one sense he had never arrived. Long nights turn cold. The belly of this beast emerges with bared teeth and claws, leaving two choices: accept the proposition, or move outside of yourself. Tiny fragments…