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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Here, at Summer’s End
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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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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: high tide
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: firewalker
so walk a little faster, come into the light, let’s see what stuff you’re made of...
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: all the way
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: 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