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Sea swept dwellers

This is the first poem I wrote that was inspired by living next to the Pacific Ocean.  I spent over 4 years living on the Oregon Coast in Coos Bay, a mercurial place of remarkable beauty and misty mystery.  Now, … Continue reading

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The sun, a bright strobe light burning off the morning frost and fog, slowly attains its apex as the hours progress towards equinox. Buds on once naked branches yawn open to reveal countless cotyledons,…

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Mr. Bluesky

If anyone is an ELO fan, “Mr. Bluesky” seems to fit the theme of this picture. I love the way snow absorbs the first rays of sunlight, dissolving the crisp air into a warmth that radiates like the smoke from … Continue reading

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Star power

Sunny days are priceless, especially when sandwiched  between bouts of stormy weather. It’s a wondrous moment  of constant illumination when the glare of solar rays  makes you put on your shades  and you start seeing things once  hidden behind cloudy … Continue reading

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Sunbled to bed

A slice in the sky at dusk, red bleeding from bluish-gray, golden orange descending into the sea. Colors gush and coagulate, breathe and retire. Calm, steady winds clear the cloudy ceiling higher, as the moon forms a scab in the … Continue reading

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Illuminated lodgepole

As the mid-day sun beat down on the craggy landscape, glowing shards of light cracked through the gnarled branches of a lodgepole pine tree, its radiance absorbed by both camera and the photosynthetic processes of the wind-smote, vertical vegetation. Ironically, … Continue reading

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Cedars, sun and devil’s club

To seeing the forest for the seeds, the potential for progress lies within.

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