ANOTHER EXODUS

  I am 44 today. I found this poem I wrote when I was about 17…   Another Exodus Being born we die from the life before we lived, that existence within our maker but time transcends and towards the light we fall, swept along with an ignorance of the future and a tire of […]

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LISTEN

   We cannot truly change that which we are, we cannot really laugh louder, be brighter, stay longer than our journey has already jotted down in a journal whose language is not our own. We cannot truly change the air, the ocean, the fire that forges its way through us, leaving us inspired or expired, […]

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BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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BEFORE THE SONG

  Cold clouds burrow beneath the forest, the spirits have taken cover, peace and fruit now buried beneath a bed of lichen, summer’s rose too ruined to redeem, her last scent is now a dream. Love has been lost here too on a wind that wandered from wondrous to winsome beneath a bed of burlap […]

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EARLY AUTUMN

  The sky is burning, the last light eclipsed by the night and we stop and stare like fools at its blaze, not seeing within this gaze possibility falling though our hands like snowflakes in a season that has kept captive the summer. The sky is burning while we travel in taxis, all of us […]

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A SHIFT TO THE SEASON

    Another oldie as we drift to the end of another season… — It happens, now and then, That slight shift in the season, A new light, a different dusk, A gentle breeze that brushes you Into remembering a moment in the memory, A time, once far removed, Now returned, repeated, relived And there […]

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