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Giants
I walked in the empty fieldsand fell before the giants. Holding up the winter skytheir gaze met with...
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Winter Grass and Wind
The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled...
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Home is our True Being
Home is not just where you live and return each evening. Home is that place we hold close...
Poem – Return
Returning to the fields where it all started so many years ago. It was here I decided which...
Poem – Birth
In the beginning we come into this space as innocent beings fumbling around the empty fields stretching forever....
Poem – Return
In the end, when this life becomes the next, we become the raw materials returned to earth only...
Poem – Across The Sea
Across the black sea I see nothing with these eyes and I stand here not as I see...
Poem – Layers
Why do I spend each weekend breaking sweet and back? What does each peeled layer represent? What am...
Poem – What We Must Do
In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird...
Poem for Northography – Tag
A response to the most recent writing prompt at Northography. http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=289 I returned to the fields of the childhood...