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The old Year leaving
At this threshold, we see the dreams and griefs dragged behind by this old Year, leavinglike an old, old man who leaves home and knows there’s no return. Yet, there is only love in us for the twists and turnings of time passed. And ahead, we see the light and soft head of a newborn…
Poem at midnight
A poem I stumbled across in an older journal, written earlier this year, at midnight. When she ventures too far, the Mother in her awakens with a loud roar that loosens the earth,that frightens roots and bark. The Child is near to soul-ground, but also the edges. Near here, there’s an old womanwatchingwho is a…
Poems from dry lands
Below are two poems I wrote recently that I was never going to publish, that come from the dry lands of my recent mind. In the chaotic shifts and transitions of life, in the high-energy-outward rush of mid-summer, I’ve been in the troughs of uninspired, sucked dry of any creative impulse, my mind too busy…
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