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Category Archives: poetry
Is It A Vanity
There is a doe who lives in the woods behind our barn. In the summer, we often see her and her new fawn make their way down through the ferns to cross the road at the bottom of our hill. … Continue reading
Resolution
This year I will peel back The layers of ego That hide me from myself. This year I will release All the fears and resentments That weigh me down And tie my wings. This year I will give my … Continue reading
Autumn Games
A bleak November day moody and dark like a black and white horror film. No birdsong, no sparkling sunlight. The landscape drained of all but the drabbest color. Everything we see and sense tells us outside is cold and damp … Continue reading
In The Time of Samhain
In the time of Samhain I hear the earth spirits. They whisper to me in the rustle of fallen leaves and remind me that all is change and death brings life. In the time of Samhain I meet my Grandmother … Continue reading
Chimera
My heart is a fist clenched tightly in my chest, a monkey fist to match my monkey mind. Liquid bowels and breath blown back into my lungs by the frozen winds of fear. How do you run surrounded by the … Continue reading