Change, Poetry & Healing

A 30 foot tall tree fell across my yard after an intense wind storm recently. No more shade. No more home for birds, squirrels, and insects. As its broken branches stretch over dirt and leaves wilt, I mourn this once reliant neighbor. All things change, I am reminded....

Every Hour, A Few Words

  photo: Biegart and Funk A Poetic Action  6:50                  this is not popcorn 7:57                  if morse code were used 8:59                  a perspective worth viewing 10:17                if only for a moment 10:49                longer by the end...

Writing at the Edge of Sleep

Before going to sleep, I sometimes make a request. Guide me to a new poem. Or, how do I transition to the next paragraph that evaded me all day? The request is Step One – fairly easy. Step Two is easier yet. Pull up the blanket. Fall asleep and snooze away. Release...
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