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With my eyes on the horizonI never see the flowers at my feetWith fingertips just brushing themYet still my mind would race beyond the beat That my heart makes as the path curvesSo gently through a verdant grove of treesThat searching for the openingBlind to the birds alighting next to me What if I miss… Continue reading
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Coax

Bend low and meet the eyesExtend hand held loosely closedShift thoughts from fear’s demiseTake it slow in the approach Short breath brought through the noseOut the mouth locked tight with teethDeep pain as anger showsAnd protection blocks relief A wounded beastFears what it needsHeal to releaseAnd take the lead Tiptoe and bear the soundDeepen growl… Continue reading
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Blog: New Physics and New Life

Progress and travel generate a build of momentum, the mass of the decision multiplied by the velocity with which the moves are made. After some time in stony but familiar soil, I have taken to the sea again. The course I charted was an aggressive one, 6 hours in the car with a dog being… Continue reading
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Bloom

Of clay and rock borneSo crookedly grownBlown bare by the windRoots shallow in stone Reach limbs from seed sownCut greedily backLow from the harvestSurviving in lack Unable to bloom Sharp shear and scythe hackKeen takers carve looseShape weapon or fuelNew growth to reduce Sole value in useSap soothing the sickPotent the poisonFrom spindle thorn’s prick… Continue reading
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Blog: T’is the Season

It’s been a bit since I wrote last – anything at all, even to myself. People often refer to losing momentum as a function of the holiday season, everything being so ‘busy.’ The adjective I might use instead is ‘loud.’ Every man-made object in and out of the home has a screen that is shouting… Continue reading
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Blog: 45th, 444, 222 and 3rd

The past nearly month and a half have somehow been terribly full and also achingly slow. When the days start to blend together, it’s important to stop a moment and reflect on each of the moments pror. Since coming here 45 nights ago, many days have been structured similarly: This ritual set has numerous purposes… Continue reading
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Birding

Regenerate wingLost in birthPast blood and featherLitter earth As pure snowy owlFinds new course to flySo will I Transform sighs to songAngel’s breathWords new mortal mindDid forget As bronze lyrebirdRecalls sound to crySo will I Move boldly anewFearless diveIn speed and powerCome alive As agile ash hawk Wins hunt by surpriseSo will I Transition each… Continue reading
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Daughter in the Rough

Carbon born cold that newly beholdsHer motherCruel crush untold, new soul and soft bonesTo smotherBearing the blame of ancestral shameUncoveredBark out the flame of the one you namedAnd othered Born in the rough before diamond’s riseTemper the infant with stranger’s eyesFrom pressure you birth your own demiseAnd call it daughter Carbon long pressed could never… Continue reading
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Blog: The Chronicles of Blarghnia

The ten days since I arrived have been whiplash between speedy movement and total arrest, with a lot of time spent on introspection and adjusting to my return to work. I’ve been struggling with my sleep, naps and overnight sleeping both being filled with inscrutable dreams that when I wake have my heart racing, cold… Continue reading
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Blog: Sail by the Stars VI, Return of the Jedi and Epilogue

The final stay before the period of intended rest and comfort admittedly had some voice-to-text notes like the prior posts, but upon review they largely consisted of a tired and circular rehashing of prior sentiments – wonder battling worry, hope fighting hardening, gratitude grappling grief. Recalling now, the final drive-sleep-drive sandwich was a tough 36… Continue reading