so I go on discarding... these reminders, taking back the space... I need to reclaim, making room again... for what’s to come.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: all the way
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: dry spell
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown...
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: a box of darkness
Over the years I've been given more than a few boxes full of darkness. They were not intended to be... But that never made them any less painful...
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Reading with Mary Kellogg and Maria Wulf
Maria and I paid a visit to poet Mary Kellogg again this week, sharing tea and reading some of our poetry. Maria made a video of me reading my poem, “sleepwalking,” which you can check …
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: sleepwalking
across rivers, streams... over mountains, miles... along dark highways...to a door that still...waits for me, ajar
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: leaf song
as I watch, listening... more and more drift down from the trees... the sky, singing... towards their end
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WORDS TO LIVE BY: audio reading, “surfacing”
This is the first in a new series of audio recordings of my poems I'll be posting.
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: losing our leaves
As I feel autumn coming in full force here, the year dying around me, the quote above really speaks to me...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: vacancy
held by loss, regrets, reprisals, unwelcome tenants, reminding me, what lives within, has its reasons...
