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Poem – Heartbeat
In the depths of winter, when I stand as one of the white birch when the ravens come to rest atop silent pines and the fields calm I finally know I am alive when I hear my heartbeat.
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Poem – The Sky Gave Nothing Away
I stood at the base of a mountain on a world far from where I thought I was born and fought the descending wind gathering snow and ice. The sky was void of any star yet shadows moved across fields. The sky gave nothing away and kept directions secret. Crossing snow bridges and stepping between…
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Poem – Promise
That evening I played in the snow and ice crossing fields and hiking uphill as the air dropped below zero and I promised the sun and moon to listen and be respectful.
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Nature – Stones
Do the stones we find on the shoreline, inspected closely before placing in a pocket for safe keeping, care that millions of years of effort have vanished? We may live in nature, within its surroundings the forests’ cradling hands, but we must remember the cradling hands found us as they were here first, before we…
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Video – Sunrise on New Years Day
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the first morning of 2017.
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Video of Morning Waves
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the last morning of 2016.
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Poem – This is Home
In the depth of winter with the shoreline covered in snow blown in from the distant water, this is home. A place nestled on a cliff covered in ice as the superior waves relentlessly carve away at ancient features, this is home.
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Poem – To the Darkness
To the darkness that is ever present that is the shadow following each footstep that is the fast moving clouds – I will meet you in the empty fields filled with ten-thousand lanterns and put to rest the game we have been playing for years.
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Poem – I Now Walk into the Wild
I now walk into your arms, the words spoken in passion, black wisps of hair I brush away, your eyes a light into the soul. I now fall into your arms, your breath against my neck, I am vulnerable, exposed skin waiting for your embrace, I wait for you. I walk into the wild, the…
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Poem – In the Distant Valley
A wanderer of the frozen lands, I stopped at the edge. A silence wrapped in wind and ice scattered across the valley and we took shelter beneath overhanging rock. In the morning after the fire we hiked 7 days to the distant valley steeped in legends of living spirits and the black wolves guarding the…