Tag Archives: water.

northerns – March14

3.14.2016 they say there’s northerns in that pool below the waterfall   worked their way upstream to find a place of their own.   maybe we did that too on our way to minnesota. ——————-

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deep water – January 29

1.29.2016 long languid strokes stretch easy down the pool   overhead pipe keeps the body in line through the scull.   breathe. slow, steady unhurried. pace, pace, pause.   let the mind drift while the body moves.   calming minutes … Continue reading

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picture window picture – April 25

4.25.2014 the picture window picture flows straight out of my catalog of dreams   images of amber waters winding out amongst the wooded tree lines while soft angled sun filters in from my upper right   as if currier left ives … Continue reading

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simple gifts – November 28

11.28 the steel blue river of ice bends its swan neck amongst fifty foot sentinels, balancing the browns and needle golds below.   while the sweet fall wift of smoke upon the wind echoes passages of time and hearth and … Continue reading

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air water stone – October 19

10.19 air water stone breathe life amidst gardens.   body missteps, muscle weaknesses spark   questions, resignations amongst psyche, soul, soma.   we brought nothing in we’ll take nothing out save our souls. ——————

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water over the dam – May 25

5.25  [on the eve of an 18th birthday] The flow trudging over the falls has turned brown muddy gold. Days of heavy rain in remission have ribbed up the bottom places.   My son will turn a corner in the … Continue reading

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walking the other way – April 8

4.8 Walking the other way on a traditional trail today, the dog seemed confused. Kept stopping, sniffing, looking, turning back. It is a pond loop, but he is used to the other way round, as if his sense memories had … Continue reading

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