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Poem – What is this Fire We Walk Within?
I don’t need words and pages to explain the concept of hell – just being human, just living will teach you invaluable lessons, will drag you through depths testing and defining character while breaking what you thought you know, who you thought you were. Hell is boundless and placeless – stop for a moment while…
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Poem – Release
I awoke – from the ocean pushed deep from the waters weight I could not breath, I could not move, and I could not see outward, but in my mind I swam freely through images, and time, experiences, regrets, and loss. I held these close to my heart to my fractured mind until I became…
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Poem – Do You?
Do you remember where you were that night in the autumn the first hard freeze and the sky exploding with clouds and light? I will never forget where I was standing near the pond filled with an orange reflection waiting for the call, for you.
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Poem – Beneath the Lights
Sirens fade into the cityscape. Cigarette smoke encircles the face. She stands at the corner lost. She stands at the corner waiting. The city lights mask the darkness sleeping beneath bridges, the depth of hopelessness strolling midnight streets. Beyond here false prophets speak hollow words and promises that never come to fruition, they never come…
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Poem – Truth Amidst the Dark Horizon
(1) Swimming through dark, through water, through the concept of time that is lost when we lose hope. Searching for what else is out there, searching for what we think we need. Events happen, points in life surface that take over our focus and force a look inward. In those moments we can find meaning,…
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When the trees weep
When the trees weep the raging battle has taken a turn. Rivers disappear and a lonely dog walks the dry riverbed. Grains of sand and stone from the mountains consume the landscape and put to rest what we know, hide what we are. The weeping tree turns away from the sun and moves deeper into…
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Essay – Guides and Turning Points
How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking coffee on a cold morning with early sunlight across the fields. In this current state of being, I awoke a few years ago after sleep walking through most of my life and leaving my path up to…
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The Well is Barren
I have had a few days off of work. Before this, I came up with a great plan in my head of the projects I would work on, new words I would write, manuscripts I would submit. Days have passed and projects have collected more dust and words have vanished. I have gotten good at…
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Poem – Awake
I lie awake at night and during the day and I think of the opportunities I have passed and I have missed. I think of the infinite lives, intersection points and how one small decision, detail, or word changes the path, changes the course, changes who I am. I lay upon the wood picnic table…
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Time
Where has time gone? While I know time itself does not change, only our perception, I must have been asleep for a few days. It is already May and I have not really written a poem or prose in a couple of weeks. I have spent some time in quiet reflection of my past and…