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Poem – Where is the Path?
The burning city settles below the horizon as evening darkens trees and empty streets. ~ Lost into haze I let go and allow instincts to guide me through each day, unaware of each step and each mile that passes, I arrive and I leave this space. ~ I see black shadows across the ceiling, in…
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Poem – Memories
Bundled, dressed, and prepared for winter and spring, the sun is sharp and clear, the air is charged and crisp. Walking between town homes with grey steel siding and dry cement driveways, our path is thick with snow, ice, overturned grass from machinery and footprints from dogs, people, and other creatures we only see after…
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Poem, Thoughts – Roots
Where do you come from? Not from 5-minutes ago, or from your vehicle, but the essence of you, what time, experiences, and place gave you the foundation of who you are? Where are your roots? I did not come money, I came from Northeast, Minneapolis. And so begins the story melding with the present and…
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And it begins
Starting the morning with General Tsing’s chicken and a Monster, December is here, and I can’t help thinking back on the past almost year, and the experiences. What will come from these, in the coming year? Were the experiences a healthy addition to my foundation? Were some them for the moment only, and I subconsciously…
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Poem – Family
The months slip away – winter falls into spring summer slides into winter. September lays at our feet – and we bask in the smoke and mesquite from the bbq. Glasses and bottles raised – a toast to here and now and to Kyle over there. Later afternoon becomes evening and the precious time we…
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Honored and Humbled
This evening was my first poetry reading ever, and was of a poem recently published in Lief Magazine. I was nervous as hell, as public speaking is something I have been good at avoiding. The editors of Lief, Mike Finley and Danny Klecko, were gracious in accepting the poem “Playground” and asking me to read…
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Return
This has been a quiet weekend, with time to get caught up on, well, life. A recurring theme with thoughts and what is transpiring around me is the neighborhoods people grew up within, traditions, and returning to our roots. I grew up in NE Minneapolis, attended Lutheran church, and tried to survive the taunting of…
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Post Traveling Thoughts
Now that I am settled back at home and my customary headache from traveling and flying has subsided, I have a few thoughts and observations. This was my third trip to Alaska, and the first with Patricia. My first two were with guided services (Exposure Alaska, and Alaska Mountain Guides) and involved hiking, kayaking, glacier…
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What is this Made of? (Draft)
Life events and the daily grind have eased a bit, so I thought I would post a draft of this new piece I started a couple of days ago. For the time being, I am posting these type of pieces both here and at Quantum Awareness until each finds their unique identity. If all moments…
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The Meeting
(1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town square lined with meat, seafood, rugs, and incense vendors. Past the fountain until we stopped at the waters edge. I vow to become the swift moving stream atop the slow moving bedrock that is the world I…