Category Archives: The Wilderness/ The City

We are alone, walking on the street, staring at that particular nothingness that exists just a couple of feet ahead of us, at eye level. We stand alone in the elevator, surrounded by pressing bodies jutting

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A few years back on a winter morning, I walked the north portion of Paradise Church Road.  On this rather cool day, I witnessed the falling of a limb from a large tree in an

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I’ve colonized your outer planets deliberately   with grand expressions and dark portals of insanity.   Mercifully, April prays uncontained as the sun falls distinctly   in tremulous waves below the horizon and your discrete

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Easy, this lake sheds its bark and each ripple makes room :birdcalls and the sky almost raining wider and wider –a great tree fallen on its roots and each splash leafs out dead rids itself

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It’s so geometrical up here. Our house is flat-topped. The other summits in view make a child’s drawing of peaks. Wedge tops and gable triangles asphalt-shingled in shades of charcoal, brick oven browns, forest greens

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The ocean on the western side, estuary to the east.  Paved road meanders across the bridge, like a grandfather with an old story   to unpack. A walking path flanks the road, gathers broken bits

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Cats on the loose, sizzling, hissing, rubbing each other raw. You in the kitchen chatting with a famous Chinese poet whose work features on scrolls and reproduction pottery   peddled in gift shops everywhere. His

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Some mornings, the moon plays off a rising sun, lingers in a lightening sky. In Native American tradition, each month’s full moon was ascribed a name representing a characteristic of that time of year, for

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Unwashed dip into pockets hugging fat thighs on tourist boats, snatch loose locks on shop gates — thief   Warmed hold the blowpipe to shape liquid fire, manipulating elements, a key from Murano lights transformation

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You dream you would hammer your scorn into perfect circles from on high like the iron wheels of a predatory night hawk. You would prey on any isosceles triangle within grip, rip it into angles

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