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Poetry: Where I Am Always Pointing

This writing isn’t writing. It’s righting. Things become right when I write. As things become right when my spine lays right up against a particular tree in that swale in the forest. My life rights itself when my bare feet … Continue reading

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Poetry: Transcommunal

They are there now lost in their jungle. Made strangers to mother home by strangers who have none… so they take them from others without remorse so that one day their avarice shall slay their ignorance. Progress is not an … Continue reading

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Poem: Moon Talk

  Why do I only notice you when it is dark? You do not look for me when there is light. It is the night  that makes me visible to you. Does it bother you… to be suspended against blackness? … Continue reading

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Poetry: Soul Obstruction

What hope is there for love upon this hardened mesa, this sun baked land… when you yourself will not do what love asks you to do? You are standing underneath the sky telling aimless lies about who you think are… … Continue reading

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Poem: Protean You

The mind will never cease hungering for more no matter how much it is fed. The mind will never die of starvation no matter how little it is given. Spin on your toes dance like a dream flirt with the … Continue reading

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Poem: Wine Glass

Sometimes our identity is like wine in a glass. When it gets too full God likes to pour it out. The glass sits empty, before slowly refilling only to be emptied out soon again. And yet, there are times when … Continue reading

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