Nobody wants to hear your story about how you almost didn’t choose the winning team in the March Madness bracket. Believe me. Nobody. Iain Macdonald
Poetry
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Lingerings
We all leave our marks In the canopies of life, Breathlessly branching. Kirk Gothier
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SUBATOMIC
Each up, each down, each strange, and every charm that naively splits the atom from which ghost particles emerge and leave us puzzling over metaphors and their meaning, leads us closer to the place where we either grasp the existence of the Divine, or the necessity of it. You decide. Adrienne Veronese
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Midwinter Day
The air is crisp Sunshine streaming through the window With a bite A gentle breeze plays with the curtain. Trees jut up on The horizon, a row of clouds Blanket them Shaded dark as they ready for rain. Two birds, a third Appear in view as they frolic Across the sky A bar of blue […]
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Untitled
Looking Out Towards endless waves Rolling in effortlessly Changing coastlines In ways unimaginable Just a few years ago. The air we now breathe Is no longer sustainable And our only planet Just continues to spin Out of control Looking In — Kirk Gothier
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Flying to the Desert
On the plane, Next to me; Her book is Arabic, while The big fellow in front; Tattoos all over, hugs his daughter, Whispering thoughts, To her demurred, shy smile lighting The seats where we sit next To an old man from China going To see his son after some twenty years: Typing Chinese characters into […]
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thoughtexperiment (gulls in the dunes)
when you find yourself under a fleet of gulls your wonder is as far as your wonder can justly take you. you just can’t reach out and take this gull, winter plumed and tilted. you cannot know this gull by force. gedanken says the old teacher who suffered no god-shaped hole. if you can you […]
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The Gathering
They wait silently in the trees and bushes For the seeds I throw Every morning on the wooden deck The juncos a variety of sparrows One with a missing tail who, when they all descend, makes his way among the others like a little roly poly A spotted towhee colorfully outfitted in flaming orange, black, […]
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Mud
Dancing in puddles Digging in mud The things that all toddlers Do with great love. And we have a toddler All covered in fur Who dances And prances And burrows in mud. He runs for the house And sneaks in the door Tossing and smearing His mud on the floor. We give chase with a […]
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Hiking the New Year
Not bothering with resolutions, I celebrate the New Year by hiking. I start with the hills in the park nearby, legs burning from doing nothing all fall, all year. Days later I hike out to Headwaters, find myself soaked in sweat and struggling to catch my breath trudging up the two-mile hill above three-mile bridge. […]
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Transcendent Ascent
White fir, you are fine in your frosty coat. The weight of the season rests on your branches. Hunker down, sweet conifer. May I make tea from your needles? I hike over rocks and moss and fallen branches. I hike to the peak and look around. The sky is so large. Can I transcend here? […]
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Message: The Quest
Atlanta born there was a man who in his youth had known the wrongs of racial hate–and thus began the quest where living love belongs. Of brotherhood he dared to dream: so, peaceful action was the way. Amid sin’s torrent truth would stream: by words and courage, hearts he’d sway. With truth in triumph, Glory […]