The Hills are Alive NaPoWriMO

High in a hill lived a lonely goatherd; everything is dependent on perspective;no one asked if someone wrote himor if he climbed up to find the way out. No one wonders why we runbefore we’ve learned the lettersto spell the truth;adolescences mounting sofaswhile nuns hide in the cloisters of hillsas another nationfinds a symbol to […]

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Salt Water Cleansing

  Climbing Along the cliff top, I watch the land wash into the sea- So willing to give up all it can’t contain, And so I, too, Let it all dissolve in salty tears. I stand above to view it all below, To understand from the distance, To gain balance in the perspective, To weigh […]

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