Oh Sun. Oh dictator. Your harsh rule imposed upon Death Valley’s landscape in scorched-earth oppression, yet you can’t stifle the inspirative power of a cool Spring rain whispered to the dormant roots of the downtrodden. You can’t hold down the heat-beaten green from a fugitive show of defiance in the face of your hot, dry […]
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Blind now to form, This ode for function’s sake. When eyes cease to function, What form does beauty take?
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Last night it rained for the first time in a good long while. This morning, sitting at my desk, the sounds are different… car tires on their way to work peel the water off the street, ravens all a-gossip early, and there are frogs peeping before sunup…frogs in the desert! In February! That will give […]
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Be wary your words wrought, forged to inspire, Minds diffract purpose in multiple hues. As bellowsed the soul’s quite prone to catch fire, Regardless the meaning you sought to imbue.
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The Sierra Nevada, Great gray waves of cold gray stone, Coffee bright morning eyes aglow with the day’s grand ambitions. The Sun’s first light falls a vivid curtain, illuminant, a cool breeze in accompaniment. Waves, particles, particles, waves–the duality of light can be so mysterious–could not be happier with their luck, with where they’ve *ended up, […]
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A cold morning walk to a high mountain lake with a pair of ice skates. It was only months after this photo was taken that I realized the strange shape of the shadow cast. Ha! A shadow-puppet’s silhouette is not always representative of those entwined hands which do the casting! Oh silhouette, no more than an […]
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On my way into town most mornings The eyes of yellow bus-waiting children are Fixed onto small screens, oblivious, aglow in florescent blue Today was different, a departure from the norm Today the eyes were east, every one, Heads cocked and faces glowed a reflected orange and pink Rosy cheeks, not from January’s […]
Continue reading →In a sentence full of italics, it’s the Roman who stands out.
Continue reading →You can hear it, no? The woods, they’re whispering. Yes, I can hear it. You can feel it too! The bite, the nip, the morning’s chill…all the leaves a’rustle…rasped by a holy verse, a choral hymn on winds of change. Time to shut’er down boys, time to pull the plug on a Summer’s growth, drain the […]
Continue reading →Forged by millenia these hands, these feet, these legs, this brain. Eons of time and the subtle shifts in how we coped with the challenge before us, with survival. A longer this, a shorter that, for better or for worse, the need to reach the treetops? Perhaps a longer neck and strong tongue would prevail. […]
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