Daily Archives: March 25, 2013

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Nobody saw the clouds, they were too busy looking at the ground, where shadows lay, cast in hidden corners, mixing with the dirt, becoming part of the mountain: the sky our ladder back to…

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Opening windows

What limited perspective through a single pane of glass, just watching our reflection with such a shortened glance. Perhaps these eyes are windows to our soul and once they have opened  wide enough our emptiness is full.  

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My blog has been nominated for several awards!

I would like to apologize for my tardiness and would like to thank three fellow bloggers who have nominated me for an award.  A big THANK YOU to AB from Mild Musings of a Mediocre Man who nominated me for … Continue reading

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Why!

Used to wonder why I had been born. Why life had started so small and helpless. Why I breathed my first breath with a cry. Why I opened my hazel eyes so slowly. Why I sucked my thumb with such … Continue reading

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Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
I walked the beach alone, in the presence of some deeper soul. Kelp and shell washed ashore, scattered at random, polished atop a white, sandy floor. Salty drafts of air pull back on my…

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Castaway of characters

Heavy, chilled air dispenses before a storm, while shore pine boughs bounce and salal leaves shiver as the wind whistles with pleasure. Clouds blanket the sun, slivers of light escape through silvery seems, skipping lazy rays across the ocean waves. … Continue reading

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Ode to oh two

Simply irrelevant he said, stooping between living and dead, the bottom dropped  from the  middle ground with nothing solid or profound. An intangible haunt in bed linens  scared out of house and home –  it forgets itself not, not really … Continue reading

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