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This is a slightly revised version of a poem that appeared in The Moonwort Review. I am planning on including it in my autobiographical poetry collec... Warning: not for the squeamish @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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We all need rain for life to survive and flourish. And every raindrop needs a speck of dust to form. But rain comes from storms, both gentle and viole... Everyone tries hard to make a comfortable nest. Who are we to destroy others’ comfort at our behest? You never really know yourself until you experience absolute aloneness. My almost weekly camping trips deep into the desert/prairie are sometimes terr... photo - Osprey
taken in eastern Oregon near Baker City
Thank You, God, for allowing me to awaken and to see Your goodness. =]
Image (c) 2006, Karla Dorman "When you consider the moon as I do / Can you not feel her gentle gravity?" There is a tremendous cost to maintaining the lives of the weak and aged. Particularly when many of them would tell you that they don''t mind dying ra... Elixir is a magical potion within all of us which is nourished with the Void through meditation in order to transform the intangible into tangible, a ... "God grant them grace today who mudslides face / And may he keep eccentric poets dry / At least I have a place of quiet grace / Content beneath a disc... Tsunami... We’re shaken awake … when earth tremors and aches Had a few wonderful days at the little bunky in the woods last week... I dedicate this poem to Jerry Bolton who was raised,he says, around cotton fields. Jerry is among the very first friends who noticed my work here. <!-- Site Meter -->
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<a href="http:/... Do not psychoanalyze this or insanity may be as much a companion to you as it is to me... This morning''s pre-dawn walk was more quiet than usual...Summer sounds are beginning to disappear, replaced with the rustle of drying leaves..... Before I leave for New Orleans I wanted to lend you a slice of important wishes. Pay attention class, this one''s important!
Ya''ll behave and I hear... I insist on my right to feed the birds, even at the cost of uglifying the back yard. In the spring a little blue or green paint should rectify that, t... |
