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On the Veranda: serenade

As the evening enters like a dancer from the wings, and we turn our backs on busy days and other things, listen as the dull roar of the world begins to fade in a gentle twilight serenade… A sliver of … Continue reading

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Sky and Water: sedoka

Why is the sky blue except from reflected water stretched between small bits of land? Why is water blue except its depths mirror skies above it, touching everything? 23 MAY 2017 Share This:

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The Wild Wonder: chant

I am the soft and silent spring that well-oiled, whispers while it winds; I am the scent of somber smoke that wisps its wild way through the wood; I am the gentle grasp of green that in the spring succors … Continue reading

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Both Kinds of Good

It should be said (at least one time in jest) that in the world exist two kinds of good to separate what matters from the rest, for use by some discerning soul who could in keening the true nature of … Continue reading

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All That Is: a chant

Breath and body, word and function, birth and death are both redemption; Light and shadow, whole and hollow, clean and dirty, fair and foul. All is holy, all is sacred. Friend and stranger, love and hatred, fruit and flower, meat … Continue reading

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Natural Blues: a blues sonnet

Every fire begins with just a spark. Yes, every fire it starts with just a spark; comes out of nothing, somewhere in the dark. Every morning starts before the dawn. Each morning has its start long before dawn; it stops its sleeping, has to ramble on. Continue reading

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The Sound of Her: an alba or aubade

Below the quiet hum the waking world makes as earth turns slowly sun-ward each new day, before the civil bustle starts in earnest and clutters the ear’s palette with its play, in those few silent moments, as I lay still … Continue reading

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