Tag Archives: Nostalgia

Bird becomings

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Have you ever followed the life of an egg? At once so firm, impenetrable, hard to break, that hollow containing nutrients and a tiny being waiting to be fed. Blue oval eggs stirred, awakened…

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My Grandpa, 90 years younger

This is an old photo, taken in 1923, of my Grandpa, Harold, as a baby. He just turned 90 years old in February. My Dad told me earlier this week that he has started packing up his cherished Louis L’Amour … Continue reading

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Losing luster

The tire swing that once propelled children under able boughs has been pushed off onto cold twisted metal, overshadowing joy, youth losing its luster.

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Six parts, one place

Grass cooled by the chilly morn, condensing dew  on its tender blades,  swaying with the spring breeze, concocted by a spritely golden orb  which broke through haze to evaporate and thaw the frozen ground.   Tiny particles of warmth  nibble … Continue reading

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Book cover and title page poem from “Nostalgia, Naturally”

Yes, life is a cycle, we must not forget, that dreams beget dreams and death begets death. The only true virtue in all of the land resides in a spirit that is willing to care. And I listened… Poem and … Continue reading

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Train of heart

Please don’t think me daft for forgetting home and its distance back. I am in another place, spaced in time from you, of course, but not too far by train of heart. Here, we travel light and carry on, beat … Continue reading

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Cover art for ‘Nostalgia, Naturally’

This is the moose I drew for the cover of my book of poetry and photographs, titled ‘Nostalgia, Naturally.’ He is shown sitting on a tree stump with baby birds nesting in his antlers. Using his paternal instincts, he begins … Continue reading

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Goodness, you haven’t seen the sun in days!

A squirrel sleeps soundly in the recesses of an old oak tree, both are waiting for the last leaf to fall and the final acorn to drop, as it lands on the red, brown and orange blanket of the autumn … Continue reading

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