Daily Archives: April 3, 2013

Poetic origin stories

In recognition of National Poetry Month, I am asking fellow poets to tell their poetic origin stories – why is poetry your medium of choice, what inspires your brain, where do you write best, do you live to write or … Continue reading

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Do they see me, the sub-atomic speck? Elemental to computers, desks, the ground beneath and at the very core of being, a pseudo-solid whole, I exist. Spaces, no matter how small, occur even in a…

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In celebration on finally moving all of our stuff into this new apartment, I’d like to criticize my wife and I who are pack rats.  Please try and downsize.  You never realize how much…

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Oblivious collisions

Calm, tranquil solace grinds the hours into pumice. Sifting down in dry cascades of sand rests my weary bones, head forgotten. Dreams, desires, wishes vanish into the vastness of air’s nuances. Clouds creep across my vision, whites of my eyes … Continue reading

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Ear canal cacophonies

A wealth of warm windblown whispers welcome the wearisome world through open windows, drifting across white bed linens and pillows cradling craniums, floating down the ear canal to drum up cacophonies and scramble dreams and distant memory.

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Flathead Lake, Northwest Montana

Flathead Lake is oligotrophic, meaning that it has low nitrogen and phosphorous productivity. Because of this, the waters are crystal clear and you can see the multi-colored collage of rocks at the bottom. I took off my shoes and trekked … Continue reading

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The accompanied journey

Mid-morning meandering in the mountains with my dad, rubbing shoulders with upstanding noble fir, snapping photos of lichens cast as streamers onto bark, celebrating symbiosis, summiting snow-covered and misty Mary’s Peak, the highest point on the Oregon Coast at 4100 … Continue reading

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