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Poem – Oxygen
I watch you from the second floor I greet you this morning with voice thrown into the winter wind and back inside. you kept walking into snow and ice into fog and gone. I wait for you from the second floor hours have passed before your return. How was your day? Wet… Last night I…
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Northern Retreat
The race we race each day has left tire tracks upon myself. Time to get away and seek refuge along the shore of Lake Superior. Though the leaves long ago were swept from the trees, the skeletons left in the wake shimmered against the deep blue and cloudless sky. What burdens were carried here, quickly…
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Listen and Respond
The path being taken is open to diversions, changes, bumps, and the occasional washed out road. What is important is how we respond, react, and move forward in the spiritual sense, not necessarily forward motion, as the next step may backward, or a jump to another, unrelated path. I recently received the most honest, straight-forward,…
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A glorious day – Mother’s Day
70s and sunny and it is mother’s day. I normally shy away from warmth and sunshine, preferring grey cloudy skies with rain, or with more excitement, snow and ice covered landscapes. So it was somewhat surprising that I awoke this morning basking in golden light streaming through the forest green drapes, and felt alive. I…
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Through The Window
Miles long cloud columns extending from the setting sun on this summer evening. A partial view of something so beyond myself, my place, my sense of being that it becomes the start, a first chapter of a new journey, I am finally resolving within to accept and wrap tired arms around. I vow to wait…
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The Meeting
Two beings stand at the Infinite boundary between The sea and the fields. To each only minutes have Passed and the 20 years of Silence was just yesterday And what was still is. Hand in hand they now watch The sunset and its Reflection in the azure waters.
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Story About John Haines
“A Walk in the Woods with John Haines” has been published in print by Edge Magazine and is available here for your reading pleasure. This story is about a walk in the woods I took a few years ago in northern Minnesota. As John Haines is a great influence on my own writing, both poetry…