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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I’M CHEWING

I’m chewing. . . And if a chew buys me or you the chance to coin a word or two, why, then, I’ll say from head to toe, that to the whole of me, I’m now in-clueing. . . To … Continue reading

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THE SUN STILL COMES UP

the same old sun, over this chilly stillness still comes up– Even now, when day’s short length and sun ray strength, in mode of shrink, do not seem quite enough.

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A WINDOW HUMBLE

A window– +++++simple, humble– acts like the great, vast atmosphere: +++++its reach is long and lofty +++++++++++++++++++++++++if you only ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++keep it clear.

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