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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Traveling a Winding Road
Losing myself and finding myself, at the same time. How contradictory. How sublime. Have you experienced this? Do you understand? Maybe you felt it when touched by your lover’s gentle hand. Maybe it was revealed while you were pursuing your passions, allowing your mind to release all attachments. Maybe it spoke to you through words …
Winding, Writing, and Wildflowers
Escape the heat and the concrete, I did. Writing and exploring in the Cascades, I am. A rental car with a “Start” button and cool jazz playing on the radio, lifted me higher and higher, to a narrow winding road, lined with tall trees, providing sanctuary for birds of prey (and for me, a grounded …
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 …
Honeysuckle Heat (continued)
From Honeysuckle Heat… He resisted the urge to sprint toward, grab, twirl, and embrace the vision, afraid that his passion might vaporize the dream that seemed to float in front of him. He began to walk toward the vision with slow and steady steps that did not match his racing heart. Steady steps trying to …
Honeysuckle Heat
It was late and the human sounds that hummed during the day had retired, inviting the frogs and cicadas to fill the silence with their nighttime melodies. He had given up on sleep and decided to walk down to the lake. He slipped on his boat shoes but left his crumpled t-shirt on the unmade …
Found at Sea (audio)
"Found at Sea" ~ Short Story (audio) I swam to the edge of comfortable, then I paddled some more. Why am I doing this? What is pulling me forward? I see the shore, that is where I should be – with my feet firmly planted on settling ground, supporting my sensibilities. I ponder my situation …
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 …
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 …
Writing and Riding the Waves (video)
https://videopress.com/v/EFiueb5S?preloadContent=metadata A different time zone and location, but my Zooming expectation has not changed. I will be logging on and spending my afternoon on a Zoom call that will wrap up a seven-week The Story You Need to Tell writing workshop, led by author, Sandra Marinella, and offered through the Mayo Clinic out of Phoenix, …
