Tag Archives: Cold

BITTEN AND UNCANNILY INTELLIGENT

Bitten, spanked, and twisted arm, sliced down the the throat, wisdom yanked, and chilled in deeper, deepest places that should have stayed secure and vital, toasty warm. Belittled, quashed by rank pulled rank, defeated, so many battles of will, creepy … Continue reading

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BETTER THAN PERFECTION

When it’s cold inside, but your people are inside, what are you going to do? When it’s colder still, outside, where highway traffic swiftly flies, and on light-clad body hair and goosebumps rise, while furled brows knit, and with spring … Continue reading

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WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW

Whether you for sure don’t know or maybe, in this dreary weather, you really just don’t think you do, how things are, or which way they’re meant to go, try turning from the “I don’t know,” toward the plain “I … Continue reading

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SOLSTICE– THE TIME THE SOUL MUST RUN ITS PACES

Solstice. . . the time the soul must run its paces, do its tricks. The lights, the sun’s day heights, the body’s workings go more low and slow. . . Sometimes its life seems as if it’s got just one … Continue reading

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REARRIVALS

Hands. . . hearts. . . story strands. . . sweetest trips to foreign lands, and even sweeter rearrivals, upon return to that home place that was my start. Clever tricks with rubber bands bare toes run through gritty sands, … Continue reading

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SPRING–A CHANGING SEASON

A changing season makes its way like biting and surprising treason, as it blooms toward hot sun arc peaking near as high as heaven, up from wet and cold and dark that chills the bone with fierce wind blown to … Continue reading

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THE FOLD OF YOUR HEART

Your heart may drop, your guts, your hands, grow cold, until you really savor your hot bowl of soup, allow your breath to fill and empty you, and let your spirit fully enter to the fold.

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