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Nightwalkers
Here in these lands of golden
airiness, no one understands
talk of the moon,
her melancholy rituals
of fog, cicada, dusky pearl. -
Return to Me
“All ye who have gathered, a story will be told. It is an old one, but one that shall always be told.”
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A Mother's Love
A mighty scream is ripped from deep within her as Gaia bears down and gives one last push. Even in the dim light of the moon she can recognize the perfection and beauty of this child
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*Life is the Miracle of Love*
The girl was trying to stay calm but her lips began to tremble. Some parts of her body were deadly cold and shivering while others were sweating and burning. She was so anxious…
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A Day in the Life
Slowly the shadows lengthen, cacti reaching their long, groping fingers out over the cracked earth…
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Earth
1.
I came here as the end of planet/nor as it was/but the center of it/forgotten as round is the planet/lived with illusion/no directions as has the planet/nor the up and down/only lived by human… -
Memories
The white-picket fence would be supplanted by chain links, the neatly kept lawn buried beneath concrete, and her house, with its white-shuttered windows and screened in porch, would be removed…
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Reflections from a Riverbank
This is an evening of enchantment. The kind one remembers as the glorious end to a summer day: an ending to be savoured, and drawn out with pleasure until the first stars shine, and the more humble l…
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Life
And when the chimes rang,
All drew to quiet –
A stillness sounding,
A sweetness rounding,
All, all in its slow embrace –
A glitter upon the snow
In gentle knowing… -
Playing Games, People
The great outdoors: a pointless present to a nearly forgotten past; unattainable luxury for the aspirational class.
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Wonder Valley
Wonder Valley isn’t a place where people live. There aren’t any proper houses there, at least none you can see from the highway; and you can see a very long way from the highway.
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Tree Talk
My arms are a branch for you
Fragile one.
That leaf
The one that fell through me
Swayed.
What can tempt you below?
If not the harshness
Of the ground,
The beckoning of the grass
Blocking the … -
The Clearing
A lone ear pressed to the ground awakens to the sounds of the Earth. A soft hum becomes a drone…a single tone. As the sound flows through his body, it carries with it the very essence of all-knowing…
