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Frangipani, marigolds,Appeared to me one day,Down fragranced corridors of old,They begged for me to stay.A dream, I thought. A whispered prayer,A song..
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Know this, we stand on a precipice at the edge of time,With the sun and moon in our hands,Gorged, but unsated, moving in haste,Heedless of hard lesson..
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So many snows ago.Deer-tracks marked a journey,Tear-tracks marked a journey,As train-tracks grew cold, collected rust, and familiesMoved away, never t..
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All things are coalescing,Coming together,In a rain of fire.We live on the edgeOf a burning bidge,Looking back.Embers reflect in pupilsThat quickly co..
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I am so far away from you now, so far South,Wondering how heavily laden your boughs are,Wondering how your myriad of trout and bass swimUnder the thic..
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Out we go, Pup and I,Talking to each otherAbout this and that.I nod, she nods, we are in accordAbout it all.We sit peacefully in the sunOn our patio o..
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Speak your words, write them, use them well,For language, like the wheel,Moves us, transports us, delivers us.It is a connector, a conveyance of thoug..
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And so we stand,Naked to allIn our craft,In our life,In what we say,What we write,What we hold back.It’s a singular choice after all.Bleed or wh..
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Not a process, this,Rather a,Listening...Sometimes it’s loud,Sometimes soft,Sometimes silent.But always thereIn the background,Filling the space..
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To all of us here, and now not here,I celebrate you. I thank you from my deepest heart.Your kindness, grace and encouragement have changed my life in ..
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