Thoughts

physical dismantling

squeak…squeak…bits of wood like sawdust loosen with each counter clockwise turn an agonizing dismantling, not of this table but its past, my past, a dad built past so long past now, the wood dowels have shrunk and been re-glued several times, the holes in the mid-century modern plexiglass top re-drilled several times, so much sawdust, …

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April’s Sunset

There she is, at it again, showing off, painting with clouds, as the light changes within seconds, within seconds, my head twists to gather all 180° in, I can’t look away from Aprils’ masterpiece of reflected light,  wind and suspended condensation, against the receding horizontal perspective of continually shadow upon shadow of Douglas fir greens. …

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in the arena

in the arena when the child of a friend takes their first breathe as the wax melts away from the wick as the candle is lit in the arena when the friend of a friend becomes conscious of their breathe as the soft glow of light spreads out reflecting windows within the shadows on all …

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it appears, i sit

Although it appears that I sit here, still I move the air surrounding, with each breathe, I pull the energy from the dark roots of the earth, there is mud under my nails and dried clay in my pores, All of history resides in that compost, every gain and loss compacted under rain and ice, …

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March Morning

Nothing but blackish skeletons in a dense fog At 31°, as steam wafts south from my coffee mug, Breathe vapor wafts south on my out breathe, the earth must be moving, Even the fog is moving south. Neighborhood birds are still warm in their tree nests, It is quiet enough, to listen for The sound …

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