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Wind

It’s windy in California.  The dangerous winds of autumn.  The leaves of the trees are starting to turn color while the grass dries.  The rains of winter haven’t touched the hills in seven months.  The air is dry.  Years of … Continue reading

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Silence

The power of poetry is often expressed in the silence between the words – felt in the things unsaid.  What to not say is the question.  Prose drones on until the words fade into meaningless noise.  Preachers and politicians speak, … Continue reading

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The Bottlebrush Didn’t Have a Poem at the Writing Conference

Between the dining hall and the classroom was a bottlebrush shrub.  It was precisely machine trimmed with square edges, flat top and plumb sides.  Conformed to a box, the nature within had lost its wildness.  Only two red brushes survived … Continue reading

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Here – A Dialog of Place

How many times have I stood here and listened to time’s echoes? Most of my life has been lived within ten miles of where I was born.  Oh, I’ve traveled some and seen great wonders.  There are plenty of miles … Continue reading

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