Category: Living on Purpose

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Floating

I’ve got bicycle chain grease on my kneesa long day out in the backyard and now the low lit sun streaks the windows softlyevening breeze through glassy slats of sunsets.  Rice cooker belches on the countertop steaming watercress and thick broccoli 

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Inhale

Close your eyesTake a deep breathOpen your ears  Can you hear the creaking of the ancient dog upon the wooden floor? Her clicking echoes as she searches for your hand.  Take a deep breathOpen your nose

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Relief

Meager diet of flimsy moon dust, ‘tilsomeone goes up there with a sharp hacksaw – and the forest grows again, kicking back in sun beams unleashed from tree tops. Blissfulrain reaches for the thirsty ground, spreading like a cloak against the banyan roots. The sawis handed off. Wrinkled hands with hungry fingersdig fiercely, reclaiming broken justice. I watch the forest amuse itself withpeople. Cut handsomely in the lowervalley, … Read More Relief

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From the Lagoon

Here is the Sea the white tips of cresting horses the flush of Springtime goatfishcharming the mirror between life and depth. 

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Countertop

Caught fast in a spider web of chance; loose lipped & dangling off the cliff facetrying to jive but getting jiggy with it  the past trips itself up at the edges

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Sonnet for the Times

Underwater my limbs waver in front of me — gently, muscularly, I exhaust the oceanscrubbing raw against the salt flakes, crystal abovethe bleached coral. Clinical cleanliness, writing before you read, style, speaking before you think. Mercy plays in opposites:  monk seals recliningdecked out in caution tape; whole beaches receding and the distance between the islands increasing. 

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We Are Over Everything

Over the moon, to start with. Now over the ghastly spoiled milkover the howling bitter stormsover nothing. But over you. 

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Pacific Call to Prayer

I have found the reason for living  in a town like this, our doorstep perpetually  dusted with buttery sand and mountain leaves brought in by a single sweep from the balcony. The sweet sea air circles the windows  like a cat with her mouse or the roach  with his drain. Curiosity comes and goes. Frolicsome play at one with it all. A fine day, with rooster … Read More Pacific Call to Prayer

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From the Lanai

The cloaked mountains make my breath smile easing up against my eyebrows like a wiggly exclamation mark caught up in chimney smoke destined for the highlands. I forget to breathe. The moon wears her silk gown this afternoon trailing the sky like jet stream; women whisper after her wherever she goes. Men trace the edgesand those in between wear for themselves the splendor. Spectacular, truly, the vines caught swift amongstthe bird … Read More From the Lanai

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Sunflower Sutra

Bonding like rose glue, like snagging a glass of water before it leaps to its death the still small rise of the holding hands movement. One smileis a thousand muscles; one living being the seed from a thousand trees. We were domesticated late. Some say not at all. But I think they are wrong — I see a dependency too great for the swift ocean floss that curls around bare … Read More Sunflower Sutra

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Pathfinder

A crowded smile in the middle of the street. Waiting for someone to come pat me on the neck and get that blood flowing. Faucets of lifedrenching the crosswalk and not a soul crossing—Lost and found on a Sunday morning. What a time to remember being born, to taste the earthinessof wilting sunshine between low coastal fog. Do the leaves always scatter so, tossed like halloween candy from an … Read More Pathfinder

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Raw Materials

Every tree in the orchard dangles ripely, unjustly dripping luscious fruit the size of four hands. The imposter sits, supremely still, in the midst of it all and gazes upon the garden scene. The kale is full to overflowing; the carrots are digging a well for themselves; the rabbits have compounded labor for a new wire fence and the imposter gazes down at her hands. These hands? Only two hands. What’s the … Read More Raw Materials