Category: Nature

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Preparations for a Cycle Journey

It’s pleasing to the mind to findthat I have everything I need. All I hadpreviously reckoned sub-par, I now wagglemy fairy wand at and pronounce: ample. Ambition, improvement, constant venturing to be better than average, this shit is addicting. From the top of the stone towerto the daisy chains below, I cannot get enough. To now breathe deeply, objectively assess, let the senses take wind with the changes in … Read More Preparations for a Cycle Journey

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Stella in the Starlight

Stella sticks her toes in the grass and she don’t knowthe impact — the moonlight bending on the bowingblades of grass, casting long shadows like tracks. I follow her, relaxed Stella don’t know her own impact. 

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Clipboard and Pen

The first organizer was Noah. Tied to a boat he counted giraffes on all ten fingers, mumbling as he went, here Dolly, HERE Angus, no not like that—chocolate-like he tempered himself to the toes. Did the predators forget their evolution? Pocket eyes staring out of lacy skulls, daggering antelopes like hot summer cantaloupe. A gosling gets a splinter do the hyenas go mad with the scent of carnage? Oh Noah. I … Read More Clipboard and Pen

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Open Window

Clasping my hands behind my back, I survey the sights from the kitchen window and breathe deeply the wind that docks from the mountain tops tucked in clouds. All is fair, if one counts birds and lemon treesagainst the straying plastic trash kicked up by flattened car tires and pulsing hydrants. The neighbor boys clatter skateboards against the stretched asphalt, heat dust wavering between ground and sky. Crisped linen shirts wiggle freelyon laundry … Read More Open Window

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Oksana

A blue bike leans against the iron railing. It is bright summertime in Ukraine and the railroad lady tends a garden full  to blooming with cucumbers, beetroot, squash she bends over in a frock like livery. Her blue buttoned uniform blossoms from beneath the frock, the cuffs kissed with splashes of dirt kicked up from the motley flower pots. She hears a distant whine— she unties the bow and drapes it on the … Read More Oksana

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Stars & Stripes

Stars and stripes & a purple ponytailjiggling up and down on the windingroad fur-lined in Douglas Firs andpocket-bullys straining on chains. 

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Crustacea

Legs like barnacles swing wide over the heady stone wall to await the coming storm — such joy in a white stucco worldof butterflies and garden gnomesand fistfuls of choices for breakfast! 

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Locus

Each day is a new micro communitya locus of control as blurryas the great Egyptian plagues of old. Swimming upstream has never been easier yet they sit there on the white rockspretending to drown. 

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Ancients

Jealous, she callsfor stardust and raises one fist high.  She’s a miracle-years-old and younger than 

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Attempting to Make a Point

Poetry — what an objectively disagreed upon reality, filled to overflow  with such things like fringe combs  and metallic tea jugs. Best now to bring it to a boil, to set on  the balcony railing and let seep 

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Waiting

Legs like barnacles swing wide over the stone wall to wait the coming storm.  Such joy in a white stucco worldof butterflies and garden gnomesand fistfuls of choices for breakfast!

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Kaimana

With fistfuls of ocean, I scrubthe soles of my feet— exhausting flakes for the fish food watching the waves lose pieces in a fist fight with the breeze. I got a whole lotta sand to figure things out. The sun will wait for me patiently kissing umbrella cloudstil my blue towel be set near that low wall. Not for the first time do I wonder how long this will last.  Harnessing light from … Read More Kaimana