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recently in my brain:

wings

trust; sleek and smooth as a ravens wing after years of careful preening  swooping, diving, being free  navigating currents of life and riding the thermals eclipsing the ridge haunt of stick and bramble transcending from soil  a life among clouds

boots

i’ve always had big feelings, oversize feelings like slipping your feet into your dads boots possible to shuffle but lacking fortitude  it’s taken a long time to grow into them often they’re still roomy around my ankles there are times when feeling everything so deeply has been incredibly painful loss of love or last[…]

smelt

The sense of excitement is palpable as we make our way from the parking lot to the beach.  The sun has just set and it’s a beautiful spring evening.  Gear slung across our backs and waders squeaking as we board the gangway across the dunes, the entire scene explodes into view.  The beach is lit up like[…]

guideposts

funny how guideposts are placed along your path on occasion theyre nestled close together like the farmer was hungry and late for dinner other times miles apart with barbed wire tangled tough to discern in vast swaths of swaying green

ice swan

How does the self of the winter anticipate spring when all it feels is tightness of chest and aching bones?  When a raging blizzard and a long cold lonely night are its only familiar yet unwelcome companions? To thaw like some majestic ice swan at a party, soon walked past and forgotten, floating in a[…]

impermanence

impermanence of lifeas is the nature of natureview dependent, I supposeflies corpses on the windowsill

hobo stoves

Once my dad taught us how to make stoves from coffee cans.  We sat on the cement steps overlooking the back yard on a sunny summer day and strategically cut little doors in our cans with tinsnips.  The top of the can where it was rolled over itself in preparation for a lid was always the[…]

vernal blood

The soft squish of not quite set mud that’s been kissed by last nites frost.  It crunches when you first step upon it, the myriad of icy patterns exploding into a thousand shards of light against the morning sun.  It shan’t be long until its warmth causes the trail to bleed; oozing and dripping from the[…]