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Hide and Seek with the Morning Sun
Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.
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Poem – Transitions
Through our normal daily lives, time consistently pushes us forward toward goals and moments we may or may not be aware of. We are on this train, sometimes without a conductor, but most times with no way to pause or exit that train. While in some regards, the choosing of what defines our view of…
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Poem – Boundaries
The boundary between the empty field and the old pine forest transports me from the confines of my mind into the ancient memories of childhood. Walking between the giants, they hold up the sky as I listen to each one and feel the warmth rising from the earth. They were here before me and they…
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Video – Winter Grains
Two videos from early Christmas Day with crystal blue skies, strong wind, and below 0 temperatures.
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Poem – Until Nothing
As concrete melts into dirt and grass and skyscrapers become pine trees, I fall into the snow and promise myself to stay until spring. As the snow continues to fall, I am covered until I become the snow and the earth and the roots of spring’s growth. What was a full mind is replaced with…
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Poem – Universe in the Eyes
What does she see across the snow covered field, in the distance or nearby? Is the coyote following us today? Silence broken by a single raven leaving one tree top and heading east to another. Silence until we hear crunching snow and snapping twigs. What is that in the dense woods? We become still and…
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Poem – Direct Dreams
In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…
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Poem – Captured Halos
The black morning hides tall pine trees rising against the star filled sky. The silence broken only by the canines response to the pack of coyotes and their screams. A heavy mist hugs the wet ground and stones glistened with the slightest light. Through the drifting smoke the scattered sun brings to life the forest…
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Girdwood, Alaska – Rainforest
Into the rainforest we walk with soft steps, silent voices, and open hearts. Morning rain seeps through the tall trees and the mountain side is shrouded in fog. Deeper in we cross wooden bridges over creeks following animal tracks, we examine stones laced with scars, and we marvel in being here, part of something larger.…
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Poem – What is Left
I see shadows drifting behind the trees. Across the wetlands dogs bark, a warning of coyotes stirring about. Jets crisscross the empty sky bathing in evening light. As this day closes and the night takes over I am left here in the darkness with the exposed version of myself.