Weeds and Wildflowers

Friday, June 29, 2018

Let it Be

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Homeostasis comes fleet and  Comforts for long seconds  In these solstice nights Now passed, when Light and  words arrived In the...
Saturday, June 2, 2018

My Prairie Thinking

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Trying to pick thru the thickets I find I don’t do it well It’s paralyzing, in the same  Moments as all possibilities Are alive, ...
Friday, May 25, 2018

Outposts in the Madness

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Sketchy, walking this line   Along the bow of disbelief And the ballast of Certainty and balance, An insisting narrative Seen from...
Monday, May 14, 2018

New Light

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We take love where we find it She said to me, And decades on I understand That it’s whole and Doesn’t go away, Love Doesn’t go away. ...
Sunday, May 13, 2018

Written Fourteen Years Ago

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My Mother Every day I pass the spot Where the picture of her hangs. Frozen in the frame, Her smile is bright and does not change. Her...
Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Sometimes

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Only the harmonies survive Keen, together, and as complete As the chord joined, resolving into  Breath as one. https://m.youtube.co...
Thursday, April 19, 2018

Moving through Trouble

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Nothing makes this easier Season balks at its rebirth Everywhere the vapors, Discontent and worry, And I’m thinking the Best way t...
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“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth. I believe he ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it.” ~ The Way to Rainy Mountain, by N. Scott Momaday
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