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Poem – Layers
Why do I spend each weekend breaking sweet and back? What does each peeled layer represent? What am I looking for? Across the water lapping at my feet the land rises to the sky and the cliffs. I dream in color, I dream in green I smell warm pine and feel my skin burn as…
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Poem – Intersections
At the intersection I woke to a wall cloud filled not with rain but fragments of some life I did not recognize… they elicited no emotion, only confusion, a detached sense of being… I watched the images for hours – people, faces, death, and birth. ~ I watched children play in the cold water of…
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Poem – Another Life
In another life, defined by just one different choice, I walk next to you as you lead us along the shoreline – bare feet sinking in wet sand, the early morning filled with a grey mist, seagulls, the whisper of waves – near the pier a rock pile surrounded by seaweed and cold coean foam,…
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Poem – Into the Mountains
Downtown Denver. Light seeps through spaces between tall buildings. Life on the streets waken – traffic, voices, birds. I look in the mirror swept away of dust as the wind blows through the open window. Grey has overtaken this face the past year filled with experiences and changes in the path I had chosen. The…
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Poem – That Delicate Balance
I listen and watch the stories unfold of tragedy and unrest of the mountains unease. There is no escaping the silent truths under whispered breath – we are at her mercy. In the throes of spring I swim within my own journey and the resurrection I undertook with your hand gently upon my shoulder and…
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New Art Project – Beneath the Remains
I have some new poetry posted over at Beneath the Remains. Of Tide and Time, by Hanakia Zedek What I Create, by William Ricci This is Life, by William Ricci Beneath the Remains is about: “Here we focus on raw images and words from the ruins, from the real world that is often swept away,…
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Poem – This is Life
(1) ocean waves crash against the rotting pier yellow tape snaps where the line sheared jagged pylons protrude from blue sheen holding the August sun captive slow steps in wet sand waves wash my feet deposit shells, stones and starfish. a pale crab emerges scurries behind the boulders. summer drags forward through the molasses sands.…
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Welcome to Beneath the Remains
Beneath the Remains is a new project from Enso Press, the same publisher of Stone Path Review. Here we focus on raw images and words from the ruins, from the real world that is often swept away, hidden, talked about in whispers and secrets. We want to uncover and bring to light the real path…
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Mt. Everest 2014
On April 17th, 2014, at about 6:30 am local time, an avalanche struck a group of 50 Sherpas, and killed at least 13. These people are the unknown and forgotten workhorses that literally carry some people up to the top, many perishing along the way. Sherpas set routes with rope and anchors; they ferry loads of…
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Why do We Fight?
Clouds part and the setting sun burns the last rays into my eyes before disappearing behind the trees. Such balance as each of these systems, including my just sitting here, has a role. Finally the path I am on makes sense. Pieces from everywhere scattered to the wind are falling into place, and for the…