Exploring the thought I’ve always had about wanting to go dormant in the winter, and wake up anew in spring. But we don’t hibernate like the bears, unfortunately. So we must find the thing that …
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Short poem, “Keep Warm”
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THROUGH MY LENS: Faces in the water
I went on an early winter hike today through the woods around Lake Bonita, a small lake on the outskirts of Moreau State Park. No boats, not even kayaks, are allowed there, though fishing is …
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THROUGH MY LENS: Like falling water
I expected a dinosaur to step out at any moment, it was a place so otherworldly to me.
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Of Gods and Small Things
I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: fireflies dance
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me, fallen to earth below...
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Poetry Reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House
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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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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AROUND THE FARM: Letting the sunshine in
Every night I go outside and stand in the sunroom's footprint to watch the sunset. It's become a creative project as much as a spiritual one...
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Signs of Days to Come
Maybe the leaves I found mean nothing except an early arrival of autumn this year. Maybe they are flukes, a mistake of one maple's DNA code. Or maybe they're n
