Monthly Archives: December 2013

FEET TO EARTH

Feet. . . Earth . . . Toes, Arches, Balls and Heels, bare, digging in– that deepest base connection ordained for me by birth.

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THE STORIES THAT I TELL

The stories that I tell. Unknown: +++++which is the bigger fiction? ++++++++++The ones +++++++++++++++of my two-ton affliction? ++++++++++Or the ones +++++++++++++++that say that all is well? What’s true: +++++Some of each rings true, much like a bell +++++And some’s more … Continue reading

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THE UP AND UP

Creep. . . itty bitty critter small. . . slow uphill crawl from the parabolic pit of this old year, about to shuck its hull. . . the night recedes days ooze more long seeped minute fractions spread the day … Continue reading

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TODAY– IS IT REAL?

Today so much to feel. . . is it real? Or is it just for show? just like a play. . . Too soon to say.

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A FEW WORDS TO RUB TOGETHER

Thank God I can rub a few words together. . . Since way back when I gripped a fat pencil with my skinny little hand to etch out my new-learned block letters on wood-scented newsprint with wide, blue-dot-split lines– My … Continue reading

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GETTING A GRIP

Getting a grip on getting a grip. . . but not letting slip this too hard-earned skill of letting go. . . When is it time to push or pull through, and when just to chill? Then again, when to … Continue reading

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LIGHT OF DAY INCHED TO A SLINK

The change of light of day has inched down to a slink. . . I feel I barely stand this long deep dark any more without, within. . . but, as luck and life will have it, countdown to the … Continue reading

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