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The Moon In My Window
As the snow moon wanes, it fills my window through the night, fills my dreams with skin aglow in transplanted light, and shadows with the fragrance of soft fruits, prairie rain, salt air Spring sits on the other side of the wedding veil of night, waiting to take my hand…
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March It Is
The great contradiction with the Gregorian calendar is that February is both the longest and the shortest month. There is no other delight that compares to it’s passing. Baby March, lamb that she is, we welcome her The longer we wait, the clearer the vision becomes. Sometimes, through a crack…
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Will Grace Overcome Fear?
I heard it in the wind at nightfall – live true and die well. I lie under these stars and search for the one that has protected me all these years. I know it will have to release me at the appropriate blink of the appropriate eye. At that moment,…
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Landmarks in Time
It was three years ago this week that Mary and I opened our CBD store on the east side of Wichita, Kansas, one of the very first in our area. Our beautiful shop in Riverside that we opened later that summer fell victim to the pandemic last summer, but we’re…
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A Bird’s Breast Can Hold A Poet’s Heart
Grosbeak at the window, turned to catch the light, her silhouette reveals the fragile stance & turn: the exquisite balance of style and form, the longing that lifts those hollow bones Air instead of marrow! Only in dreams could I imagine it, the wings flicker and go, return and swell,…
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Chasing Grace
The first time I saw the ocean was at Golden Gate Park after two days hitchhiking from Denver. I was three or four years too late for the Summer of Love, but I felt it a duty to my generation and my chosen path as a poet to dip my…
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The Eagle Owns the River
Just at sunset, majesty flies up the river in the body of a Golden Eagle, the world lies still and quiet as he passes. I believe there may be one less catfish in the waters tonight. He follows the curve, veers over the bridge and disappears into the giant Cottonwoods…
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Speaking of the Snow Moon
I was reminded that today is the fiftieth anniversary of my first visit to Kansas, a trip to Wichita to see a Black Sabbath concert at the newly opened Century II concert hall. It’s marked in history because of the twelve inch snow that fell on Friday night, followed by…
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Breaking Ground
Today is the endpoint of the serenity of my walk, at least the first quarter mile. We’ve known for a while that the nine acre plot at the north end of the golf course was going to get filled up with 40 “patio homes” – which basically means that you…