Feeling the Squeeze

Over seven million people call the land of the five Cs home. Copper, cattle, cotton, climate, and citrus- the economic foundation that drove the 48th state's early days. Long before copper was used as a conductor of electricity or European settlers began digging for precious metals across this desert land, Native Americans used the pinkish-orange …

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Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me (poetry recitation)

https://videopress.com/v/ibBJste1?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata Poet, Mary Oliver Mary Oliver wrote so many beautiful poems, selecting only one for a Saturday recitation was no easy task. I am most familiar with her poem, "The Journey," however, I enjoy the experience and challenge of learning a new poem a few days before a blog post. My recitation selection, "Last Night …

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Winding Road now Within (video)

I stood at the end of the winding road. Facing her, I admired her curves and tree-lined slopes. Before stepping away, I stretched my arms toward her lifegiving display, drawing in the uplifting energy she so graciously gave during my mountain stay. Like an entire universe contained on the top of a pin, I will …

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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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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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Connected Roots

Golden petals burst from a winding stem, sprang forth from a seed, that wound its way into dry desert dirt. Planted in soil, not of its native origin. Reflective tears burst from the one standing in Sonoran dirt, flowing from a realization, that they are similar, she and the foreign bloom. Rooted in soil, not …

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