haiku on the cusp of the solstice
today at the lake
winter is nigh, the trees bare
the sun a cold gift
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maybe life is a mixed drink [or just be an animal tonight]
I once had a funny conversation with a friend. She was talking about two men in her life: One that worked at a holistic center for something or other and one who was a smoking, drinking band member-type. She seemed to feel pulled between these two polarities. I said, “It’s like one is a clean…
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being peace
My things arrived today in a box from an address and handwriting I didn’t recognize. (funny that) A shirt I didn’t know he had, another shirt that holds fond memories, and the book, “Being Peace”. (and indeed I am) Remembering the good and letting the rest dissolve. Letting go. Wishing goodness. Being peace.
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Vowels I Have Known
O, an obsidian eye peering into the depths of my infinity The pink of U the aroused blush on my tongue— moist and turgid I, a bridge into places— blue and willowy surrendering to an unknown sky Red A, a pyramid of delight— you are reckless, bloody and without fear E, you come to me,…
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gifts from the heart
For as long as I remember, I have loved to give people flowers, cards or a smile, make them laugh, sing them a song or just generally find ways to brighten their day. My mom has always called me her “Sunshine”. It just feels good. I am blessed with numerous people in my life who…
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tomorrow is not here yet
yesterday was a different kind of conversation with petals flying and thunder booming in the end, a soft a rain fell against the night * this morning songbirds are warbling the ancient trees are still and plaintive a jay screeches a call to action as the sky stretches * tomorrow is not here yet
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sometimes
Sometimes I want to go back to being little. Sometimes I regret too many things. Sometimes I want to lick everything. Sometimes I don’t know who I really am. Sometimes I don’t give a fuck. Sometimes it isn’t easy for me to be honest about my truest feelings. (Sometimes) Sometimes I am in awe of…
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