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Fall, 2017



The lack of pretense

A piqued curiosity

Reading something that makes the world more wondrous

Sandy shorelines, riverside trails

Lightning over a field of sunflowers

The drone of a distant train

Uncommonly beautiful sunsets

Uncommonly beautiful sunrises

The scent of a tattered blanket

Music in the middle of the night

Dinner with the right kind of smile

The pull to places no one else sees

Cutting a rose, feeling the sting of its thorns

Meeting new people who are complex, deep, exposed

Feeling like I belong with words

The truth in a dog’s eyes

Licking a spoon

The need to surrender.


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Dry Ground


Just beneath the surface of life,
a river used to surge;
fierce, electric,
so much moving now still.

Daily patterns recur,
iterate like memes incessant;
bristle; (get out of my head);
slow, attune, resume,
each day hard-won,
a better view to…

The heart of the matter.
Where is it.
That sweet spot where we make out,
tender, humane, achingly beautiful
stories told,
a long conversation,
a road trip with a friend,
a clearing through woods,
a way that is new,
open, reassures,
speaks to me —
Why am I wowed by that?

Ah, well, fellow traveler,
the rain won’t materialize,
so let’s try another coffee.
Or something.

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