Monthly Archives: January 2016

174 my wife wave

My wife is a great wave on a great wave day. I catch her, cresting, clear, seperate, a long way out. Her strength would pull me under if I hadn’t felt her coming, wasn’t moving with her. Her surge grasps … Continue reading

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173 of the dirt and more

we are earthen vessels clay kiln fired we last until- then our shards litter earth forever. but we are all not all clay. divine impurities, glass, mica, diamonds, shine from us- brighter light unsensed by stone. these soul sparks are … Continue reading

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171 a mistakes consequenses

Birdsong is springtime. Snow cover’s winter. Mixed messages from Mother this mid-March morning. For me it’s a matter of a warmer jacket. For the Robin, it’s a matter of death. What’s to do when instinct was wrong, when it would … Continue reading

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170 comes an old road

I see the old roads shadow, deep ruts dug by wagons, bordered by stone walls collapsed by frost or deer or ghosts, Passing through second growth woods where,once, corn fields flourished, families farmed. overgrown by saplings, briars, weeds, old roads … Continue reading

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169 Dancer

Born in the mateing of wind and heat, sheathed in shimmering silver and silk, flying feet, flickering fingers, waving arms, her flame on the dance floor ignited us all. Musk scent at midnight, pounding drums, pulsing bodies, whirling and laughing, … Continue reading

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168 no pleasant notions

I intend no disrespect to poets of pleasant notions, but those who praise the forests peace have not stared long enough to know. If God husbands this wooded world, He grows a garden of graves and harvests ghosts. The fear … Continue reading

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167 something lost

The seedling grows in her parents droppings. The parent dies encircled in her saplings roots. The decay bleeding down into soil is blood seeping up into birth. It is this natural proximity to past generations journey we miss. How many … Continue reading

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166 laid gently down

I watched as an late autumn, late afternoon breeze seduced a leaf from her branch. Gently, ever so gently, it wove her a path through falls golden light, laid her softly, ever so softly among all the leaves fallen before. … Continue reading

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165 The old law

The woods beyond my backyard garden are not the forest primeval, rather second growth, rising from old pasture and apple orchard, boundried by stone walls, crossed by old roads, long unused. Maples grow where wagons rolled. Old round mounds, stone … Continue reading

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164 Autumn walk

Beware the dead branch buried in fallen leaves. It can grab you from behind, trip you as you travel, change your meloncoly reverie to crashing catastrophy. No greater mishap for the livin’ than, by the dead, be trippin’.

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