Beyond the fields of flowers reaching the horizon, another field exists reaching beyond the stars. This home, this planet floats in the endless expanse of space though fields of time and gravity. We harvest the land and pull sustenance from the earth, while we gaze upon the heavens and the possibility of other life.
In the beginning we come into this space as innocent beings fumbling around the empty fields stretching forever. We stare in wonder and with amazement as to the endless possibilities and the control we have of our life. Then something changes and the field begins to fill with objects and obstacles and where there was […]
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In the end, when this life becomes the next, we become the raw materials returned to earth only to rise and become the flowers of tomorrow.
In the end, when this life becomes the next, we are left behind as one flower in the open fields becoming 10-thousand blooming and radiant beings.
I walk the worn dirt path circling the overgrown fields where the winds have abated and the grass, flowers, and trees have grown deep roots while the land has gone back in time before the cities of industry.
Weeks have passed since my last visit. Jack pine needles blanket the pole barn’s roof a painting of solid green and brown slivers. The front porch is covered with maple and oak leaves, spider webs and left-over wood that was cut for fires. What used to be a driveway is now in the beginning stages […]
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Sun bleached dress Vibrant orange into dull peach Days wear long upon my body Sun deepens, light spreading to my bones One last request, please A meal, a word, an exit Give me dignity and grace, allow my family a place To bring flowers and pictures and whiskey