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Blessed Day

December 6, 2011 / Rags / Poetry, Prose
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In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power I can scarce […]

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Darkness, Dreams, forest, fragrance, love, love letter, memories, poems

àite còmhnaidh (Dwelling Place)

July 20, 2011 / Rags / Poetry
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I am from paper, ink, words, images and spidery handwriting, from Canon, Nideggen, burnt sienna and red ochre, coptic and codex. I am from lands of green, with dark, worked soil, from the adoration of constellations and the heavy scent of woodsmoke in the autumn air. I am from the eagle tree and coyote fire-song, […]

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identity, poems, poetry, Scotland

On Coyote Paws

July 19, 2011 / Angus / Poetry, Wasp Paper
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Thunder rumbles heaven and Earth, rousting coyote from suburban slumber. Squirrel follows in tracks still warm, dodging cars, unaware of who moves a scant few heartbeats ahead.

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Coyote, coyotes, poems, poetry

Wilderness

July 17, 2011 / Angus / Poetry, Wasp Paper
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Wilderness. A concept, more than a reality so named because it is to be preserved and protected from the ravages of human society, now sports parking lots, crowded with humans desperate to spend time in the wilderness.

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poems, poetry, wilderness

House of Earth and Stems

July 6, 2011 / Rags / Art, Poetry, Wasp Paper
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pale feathered lace blossoms blooming mats of buffalo grass roots so strong as to build houses on the plains grim faced women with grass grown roofs and walls imagine the sweet earth smell of it like the bed of a burrowing owl all roots down and flowers up

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photography, poems, poetry
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