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The First Shift
The giant chevron flights of geese have moved on, the ones that are here now are the ones that have decided that this spot between the two rivers is a decent place to settle down and raise up some young’uns,. Tonight, they’re definitely in courtship mode, flying low and solo…
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All We Hold In Reverence
As the full moon wanes, I celebrate the birthday of my spiritual brother. My logical brother and my sensual brother were born in the spring. Mark and I and our sisters were born in the winter. We all carry the lore of our family, each with their own volume. The…
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Flint Hills
The sleek thighs of the prairie rise in remembrance and reclamation, bearing grass as fruit and wind as wine and stars as beads of sweat. The sweep of the breast and the rise of the hip shape the sky and pull the weary traveler into a clear pool of dreams…
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A Sacred Place
A pink dream wrapped in a feather pillow, loose on a moonlit night, a kiss with eyes open, with arms linked, with the past and the future fused into the river banks, never to meet, but always married by the water. Magic must come from somewhere, sometimes it rides in…
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Temporary
The silver serenade of the full wolf moon has begun, finessing the notes balanced on either side of the harmony, laying the melody out like a silk coverlet across the winter grass. There’s no chorus, just verse after brilliant verse. She wears a magnificent halo as she slips out of…
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White Night
The full moon rose at 7:02 to a thick mask of clouds across the sky. It was still hidden at 7:30 when I got home, but by eight, when I left the house, it had just started to present itself, scrubbed clean and polished, burning through the brutish clouds as…
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Snow No Snow
I was prepared to give my knee a rest last night, stay in and clean the kitchen, maybe even get to bed early. As soon as I got in the car to head home, the radio announced 2-3 inches of snow overnight. Hmm. I love a little snow. My weather…
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To Be Held And To Hold
We touch the patterns, run our finger across the moments that tie us together, caress the woven fabric that we wrap our bodies in. I only pause long enough to draw in the last rays of sunlight. I will need them later, when midnight comes and I am still wrestling…
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Hide the Moon
Ride the wind, trick the light into thinking that it is not you, there beside the trees not blooming, the grass not green, the air only dreaming of warmth. If you construct your world around these absences, this permanence, this fragrance of loss and this reflection of joy – you…