Deep Dive into the Center

Layers removed. What did cover and hide, now stripped away. Bare skin. Bare souls. All that remains. Free of all they held and all that held them back. Into the center, they dove. Into the center – transcendence attained. The center holds the space where hearts and souls aligned, match the rhythm of lapping waves. …

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My Greatest Gift

I dreamed you before I met you. I loved you before I held you. Before I heard your heartbeat for the first time, before I felt your tiny legs flutter across my belly, and before I first looked into your artist’s eyes, your life gave mine a grander purpose, and an overwhelming desire to become …

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A Poetry Recitation (video)

Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess …

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Heart Beats on a City Street

Words, the author’s building blocks, filling half a city block. One after another, bound words, alphabetized and organized, surrounded by gray bricks, one after another, neatly stacked. Words transformed into books and bricks transformed into a building, by artists’ hands, inviting others to step in. I meant to accept the invitation and lose myself in …

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“A Tear and a Smile” (a tribute & audio poem)

Two passions become one when I listen to his words while looking through my lens at scenes found in natural settings. Natural details that he captured with an artist's eye and retold with a pen over one hundred years ago. Separated by time and distance, I am connected to him through his simple and direct …

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Music, Movement, and a Mosh Pit (video & verse)

A slightly stoopid poem Walking the same road taken when heading to my first show. A sneaky teen, I was, but my choices were void of malicious intent. I was just a loyal follower, drawn to his rhythm, his lyrics, and his British accent. Solitary confinement was my due punishment. I am all grown up …

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Honeysuckle Heat (episode 3)

from (previous) Honeysuckle Heat… In their floating dream they remained until the first hint of morning burst over the distant mountains, causing them to dart from the water, grab their crumpled clothes, and sprint back to the house, laughing with each hurried step. Once inside, they fell onto his unmade bed, into each other’s arms, …

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Spirit of the Land

"Love Poem" by Leslie Marmon Silko Rain smell comes with the wind out of the southwest. Smell of sand dunes tall grass glistening in the rain. Warm raindrops that fall easy (this woman) The summer is born. Smell of her breathing new life small gray toads on damp sand. (this woman) whispering to dark wide …

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Prickly Conversations (audio)

"Prickly Conversations" (audio - poetic prose) For several days (maybe more) your invites, I ignored. I do hear you, but I would rather not be bothered by the heat and your prickly thorns. “Grab your camera!” I hear you saying to me, “You must see my canvas, that the monsoons transformed.” Fine! I will go! …

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Feathered Fans

My feathered fans took notice of me the one who turns their water sweet calming breaths, but radiating heat hovering close, they tried to cool me Their feathered fans, a pleasant breeze I appreciate their attempts to please but they only tired their tiny wings and I remained hot under my tree Between the flying …

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