FRESH PERSPECTIVES AT THE MIDWAY MARK

  I pulled a seat up along the far side of the first hill of this midway through life’s climb and sat myself towards country, having been stripped for so long like bare bark by too many cities. Green blood poured upwards from your soil onto my skin until there was nothing left to separate […]

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VREEMD OF MISSCHIEN NIET (STRANGE OR MAYBE NOT)

  She was called Éireann, even in Holland, (misschien vreemd, ik weet het) though she was greener than I ever was, back then, with the mud of the land still caked into her guards while I was off and running, ever forward, adding guards to my guards till I saw the earth was round when […]

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THE GREYING MIST OF MEMORY

  I’d never heard the call of the green though my eyes caress it in a certain light and so many walls I’ve covered with that same colour to curate a comfort from the cold. I’d never heard it, till now, till the windows stopped keeping out that chill. Blue, I never found blue cold, […]

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GRAZING GREENS

  I set down upon your shores, those grazing greens of my childhood memory displaced as tears rained over the darkness of your sleeping fields, once seeping with humble hope, once filled with a fine blood even famine could not blight, now flooded with a feeling of regret or relief, too dark to tell, too […]

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GREEN GARDEN

    Behold the delicate daffodil, spirited squirrel, moist moss of early morning in green garden, towering tree thriving through winter, the peace that dawns with the dust, the blue sky afloat on still water, absorbing, reflecting, meditating, the simple root the river runs, the rustle of the red rose tipped with thorns, the flowering […]

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