Category Archives: Writing

Photography, Poetry, Writing

In the Wind

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lightness of being

this is your last breath

what is there to hold back

the attraction to falling

inhale

deep as you can dive

close your eyes tight

twenty seconds is enough

time

consider options

no distractions

go on go on

give in to lachrymose beckonings

succumb

it’s a dirty old village

perpetual tears and moaning thrive there

look over the edge

listen

symphony of the abyss exists

exhale

but don’t go

you don’t have to go

it’s only today you’re on hands and knees

from your belly

survival summons

between your core and the earth below

soft winds of possibility whisper

last night

did you see the seven planets

effulgent angels dancing

can you feel the touch

the kiss of this new morning

hope and promise in your sky~

Nature, Photography, Poetry, Writing

Slowly with Pure Intentions

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beneath snow packs

somewhere water

purifies all

already past

a few drops

a trickling

new routes

in terra weave

listen

your tranquil heart

life’s rhythmic drum

beats eternal

glimpse

rainbow reflections

disguised as you

within a glass orb

balanced on bare limbs

fragile as breath

stellar’s jay laughter

breaches the quiet

of forest’s winter sky

unseen

like promises

you swear

to the mountain

to keep~

Photography, Poetry, Writing

My Bountiful Messy Garden

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an attraction to change plants seeds

the crack in a stone wall

the slip of light through a rusted key hole

the fragmented reflection in a broken mirror

the view beyond the window’s ledge

the transformation of summer spaces

what if

the grass on the front lawn retired

got buried with a gratitude farewell

wheelbarrows of soil laid the last blades to rest

curious pink worms explored cool dark mounds

beetles burrowed in and built new villages

a new lumpier landscape slowly emerged

yarrow and lavender and white sage

ferns and daisies and sunflowers

a dogwood a fig an apple a peach tree

a garden of leaves and possibilities

bees hummed and butterflies lingered

deer feasted when the red chair lay unoccupied

left behind their delicate hoof prints as thanks

colours and shapes spread out and grew tall

in the shade before sunrise I find my true place

sit still

in quiet voice read verses aloud

breathing deep and humming

one of so many tenants alive and thriving

in this bountiful messy garden🪶

Art, Photography, Poetry, Writing

Gallery

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so easy just to stay home

rapt in my own attention

yet to thrive outside

of a dream shouldn’t a person sometime

take a stroll? chance to change

sigh and step out of comfort’s reverie

if just to look at what lies out there

Maybe.

I aimed for the gallery

I heard the show would be one

worthy of effort

of wearing boots

combing hair (sort of)

cake wine and talking

walking into crowds

noting timbre of voices

sifting through shapes and heat

but the rain—

here it rains a lot and so what?

I have a red umbrella

but parking—

there’s patience and an app for that

enroute I met the young one

a help me sign and an upturned hat

five bucks in his hand to appear I am kind

oh yes art is good for a soul

even if rain blurs my view

it gifts opportunity to think

who designed that red brick archway

maybe in summer an installation

can feature there.

please do not talk to me when I am

gazing into artworks

taking in means me taking time

sometimes falling or slipping inside

artists speak deep through their works

but you must be quiet to hear

The gallery is alive

a population rich with wordless

beauty celebration exploration provocation

help cries questions remembrance exaltation

I signed the book illegibly

identity being less important than

the sincerity of my response

I nicked one more chocolate covered

strawberry before my exit

the man resting under his sleeping bag

in that doorway seemed

happy to see me🪶

Photography, Poetry, Writing

Breath, Presence, Gone

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Were you there, unblinking

to catch the sight

of the pink shoe taking flight

from a hurried woman’s mid step

last Wednesday?

No camera lens preserved it

though there may be others

who return to the smile maker memory

In the moment, scenes

arrange themselves

no director calling

no X cues on any floor

improbable improv unintended

You or I,

privileged serendipitous witness

accept the award with grace

its existence ours to keep, or

so we believe—-

While in the photo we captured

tacked with satisfaction

inside a frame only

a skeleton remains🪶

Photography, Poetry, Writing

The Psychology of Obscurity

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You could fall any time

you think of that rank helplessness

not often but there it is now

your visitor chirping awareness

again while you sit looking

Suspended in speed and shallow breath

you scroll through options

rational existence first shivers then

shreds at the edges

lets go like pages of a many times read book

Flutter falls not without grace

toward your shoes jammed against

the bag of things deemed essential enough

to accompany you from here there to there

then vanishes into the dark beneath🪶

Photography, Poetry, Stories, Writing

Where Now Your Story Line

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Begin with a thought even if it’s a lie or emerged from a morning dream

Think not of anything but the scratch of lead against paper

Are you one of those whose fingers do not know the feel of a pencil

or the echo in an empty room free of all inspired distraction

Go ahead or run behind but hover always in the moment

for it takes just half a breath before it’s already too late

What have you done with all those memories

abandoned behind a bedroom door when you made your last move

Turn down your light or you’ll alarm the wild life

You’ll need them if you ever want to get out of here.

B&W, Photography, Poetry, Writing

Refuge

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in this way you find separation

paths familiar yet unmarked

wade into tall fragrant grasses

caresses soft as spring butterfly wings

nature’s choir harmonic tuning

humming from your chest

test your equilibrium

one leg raised for motion

hush your paradiddle heart

chin anointing clavicle

closed eyes filter morning’s sacred light

home home crescendo

sustain your hallelu

hold it close inhale inhabit

invest your all

linger with your knowing gaze

you may never feel

this ready

so alive again