Reciting “Trees” in the Trees (video)

Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of …

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on Wet Concrete, don’t Step

Skin sweating she watched the tumbling and spinning stones, rocks, and cement lifting and crashing thunderous mixing Water spraying she watched the gray sludge become a substance strong enough to bind buildings callous enough to bury history, secrets, seeds, and bones Solid trapping heat and feet too slow to move when the giant mixer began …

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Doors will Open

Through those doors a new path will either be revealed or never known Her pulse competing against the hands on the wall Her heel tapping against the cold shiny floor Her tongue drying against the roof of her mouth Her throat closing against the air pushing through Her palms sweaty against her pressed skirt Her …

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Souvenirs

My sweet tooth is satisfied. Must be from all the Southern Charm, because I did not have any peach pie. My curves are a little fuller in my two-piece suit. Must be from my wide-angle lens – it cannot possibly be from the skinny margaritas I drank near the dunes. My carryon weighs more than …

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Lasting fatherly Impressions (video)

https://videopress.com/v/7ZRzCKRF?preloadContent=metadata blanket pulled back bare feet step on the gritty floor hands grab camera bag hands throw on a baseball cap sandy feet slip into damp flip-flops flip-flops rush out the stuck door legs extend into the early morning gray careful steps along the wooden planks eyes begin to focus and notice a suspended evening …

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No Hiding in the Dark

Who am I in the darkness? when a whisper wakes me from sleep when I am nothing but a barely visible heap Who am I in the darkness? when a mockingbird chirping in the distance sings a delicate song of hope and innocence Who am I in the darkness? when I cannot hide in the …

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Golden Hour

A date with the Divine – each morning I rise to greet the golden sun; she and I become one. She and I entwined, we reach for the outstretched hand of my higher self. Never quite touching, but a little closer each day. A symphony of winged melodies surrounds the silence within. Each encounter sublime, …

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Her Cottage by the Sea

Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …

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a Writer’s reTreat (audio)

Enveloping clouds, across stretched miles – unseen landmarks and draped blue skies. Tired of staring into the smothering gray. Tired of straining to see what lies beyond a cloak that confuses night with day. She let her heavy lids end the seeking. She filled her lungs: slow, steady, and deep. Exhaling tangled tension and rooted …

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Man, am I dreaming?

Let me look at you, before you get undressed. Less is not always more, more is sometimes best. In your tailored attire, adorned with a Guccie tie, covering a physique so fine. Sigh Your collar getting tight? Don’t change a thing, Dearest Darling. I could stare all night. Before you loosen that tie and pop …

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