the dark wet clouds flowingbetween the sun and the groundas i walk this pathyesterdays rain fillingshallow wide puddles of standing waterin the low ground…intense reflections as i walk this pathabove me, around me, and reflectedat once present, mirrored, then disappearedas i walk this path
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He was aways ahead of me, with his phone pointed up into the tree adjacent to where he stood on the trail, obviously taking photos of the tree or something in it. It is the far edge of spring here, just buds and tips of living things, hinting at the soon to be explosion of
Reading Paul Krugmans’ latest post on Substack, in the volumns of this morning’s independent news. At the end is a moment of music reverie…a new voice to the classic, thoughtful song “Ship of fools”.Elle Cordova is not new to me, her poetry/prose on Instagram has been a thoughtful source on science and humanity, for a
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Eduardo Montes-Bradley 1 March 2025 Rider at the OvalA stranger rode into the hall of power,a weary traveler from a battered land.He came not to beg, but to stand,bearing the weight of his people’s sorrow.Yet cruelty met him at the door,words like stones, cold and sharp,not from foes upon the battlefield,but from hands once stretched
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late winter day that feels like Springno one but this brown creeperand a chorus of frogswith the seer on a Basalt block The brown creeper (Certhia americana), also known as the American treecreeper, is a small songbird, the only North American member of the treecreeper family Certhiidae.Adults are brown on the upper parts with light
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This weekend writing haiku with a group at Upayacurrent situations (prompt)dished disinformationas distractionjust pivot into it until there is no distancedisinformation dishearteningcovering this garden with spring mulchthumb pushes hope into seedsnewly pulled out decayed rootsstill smiling, minus molarshaving lost some weightDeath Poem (prompt)carrying many voicesalong this path inside me, someI expect to seeSomething dear to
