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Poem – Snow Always Proceeds the Fall
The depth of days, carrying the memories from the past through the present into a future laid bare in our hands. Silence precedes the chaos we create, but until that moment the silence is unsettling, daunting, and disarming. Snow comes first with a message of peace and hope a subtle warning from the winds originating…
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Perspective
As the wind blows across sand, rocks, and driftwood I marvel at the change within me that I am aware of. Time has not softened the being, but strengthened through experiences and exposure to a world so scary as a child. Reaching out beyond the close-knit sphere I sought to understand the blood and tears…
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Poem – Excerpt #2 from Sand Shadows
The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Excerpt #2 Grey sky meets the field past the mountain range, past forest and beyond the fertile waters. One bowl I carry down dusty roads, scattered snow fills my bowl enough to drink. Children run from yipping dogs chickens waiting for…
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Poem – From Sand Shadows
The following is from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Sitting at the stone table across from an empty setting – the space is filled with grains of sand. I have no recollection of where these may have come from, no memory of arriving here. The sky is grey and swollen, and…
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Lutsen, MN – Video of Lake Superior
A video by Twisted Root Studios of fog racing across Lake Superior where it is -20 with spring-like sun.
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SS Edmund Fitzgerald
Today is the 38th anniversary of the sinking of the SS Edmund Fitzgerald, a Great Lakes Freighter carrying taconite iron ore, on November 10th, 1975. The November storms of Lake Superior took her and a crew of 29 down just 17-miles from Whitefish Bay near Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, and Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Fitzgerald http://gordonlightfoot.com/WreckOfTheEdmundFitzgerald.shtml…
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Every End Leads to a Beginning
The last day of September leads quietly into October. Summer takes one last swipe before fall takes the reins. The afternoon sun is bright and unfiltered – adding a golden glow around each leaf and blade of grass. Every ending, marks the beginning of something, a continuation perhaps of the previous story, or a fresh…
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Summer, morning walk
An early morning walk in the calm and cool air. Before the paths and sand become too hot, there is a peace holding each grain, each branch, and each creature that stirs. Shadows leap from treetops to limbs. The lake is flat and hugs the shoreline closely. The sun wavers in the canopy as a…