I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, …
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Poetry Reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House
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THROUGH MY LENS: secret’s out
I look forward to finding him.., not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.
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Monarch Season: Feeling Reborn
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: release
showing itself ever... only a tender cocoon... readying us for the life... yet to come.
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THROUGH MY LENS: the little things
Sometimes that is the way of nature, I know, some things are born and survive, and some simply don't.
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Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary... I'm waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: thrum
for an endless instant, to stop, this miracle in motion, nature’s hidden, fragile light, beautiful and boundless...
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Fierce feelings and old garden friends
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
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THROUGH MY LENS: thinking spring
Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter...dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: growing up
So I have only recently come to grasp that moving forward... means I have to stop looking back so often toward the ground.
