Below the vision and above the teaming soil paint straight from the grand palette is a compost of color all mixed to brown and rot. Here in the chaos of no seeming plan, out of the potent earth life is heat-stroked into being. From a bed of blood and green emergent seed sections shoot and […]
Tamara Jenkinson
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We Who Wander
We’ve been on the road a long time now, Dolly and I. Dolly has lost all her drive, dark circles under her eyes. My clutch is going. I cannot engage. I spin to high revolutions, speak too fast, too much, too brightly and vacantly smiling; explaining to pastors and social workers, glib for those who’ll […]
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Of Leaves, Dew, Me and You
There are lifelines on the faces of leaves tiny lacy lines of clear and flowing life life that has no major meaning; so it leans easily into the moment of itself soft green self without a need to be seen soft and lacy self without seeds bejeweled with beads of dew. It is the […]
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Passover
Let’s begin with a map and a plan; then let’s fold it and follow, go where the light shines stepping in the graceway of the moment. The shine of my shoes, in the dew, dark leather in the green. They squeak like a saddle squeaks only smaller. The peak of frog song heralds the season […]
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There are stories in the bones of fish
The mirror moves in rhythm with the rain…
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On the Lake and Beyond
The heron stands?stock-still blue waiting?sharp-billed and smoky?like a…