Tag Archives: Love

Child of the Sun

Posted on March 19, 2013 by stephenarcher

I have four words for my son for his learn­ing. These are spring­boards. They (you know, “them”) will teach him how to read and add/subtract in those rooms. After that (before that really, as in right now), this, these: Pas­sion Curios­ity … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Sun sets on the real world

Posted on October 22, 2012 by stephenarcher

Not sure if I have ever needed any­thing enough to know if I hoped for it for real. Some­thing in me resists hope. Part of it is my per­son­al­ity – I can be, I am, fine with this lit­tle bit, less even, … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Saturday Morning Shows Up

Posted on July 27, 2012 by stephenarcher

I am lis­ten­ing to old new music and it is end­less in me It is Sat­ur­day and we are 200 miles from what mat­ters And we are sleepy and you are like you were the first time I saw you. You … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Eddy

Posted on January 8, 2012 by stephenarcher

What is a truth and a lie? A phở­to­graph is the lie sit­ting, like a spi­der in the web of the truth. What stays and what moves? A river does both and stops doing both at the same time. What is valu­able … Con­tinue read­ing →

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The Road

Posted on August 27, 2011 by stephenarcher

In spite of the uncer­tainty in my life I feel the open­ness of the blue above me more than I feel the con­straints of the road I can’t see, more than the curve’s unex­pected chal­lenges. If I choose, I can … Con­tinue read­ing →

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It’s A River

Posted on July 10, 2011 by stephenarcher

My ridicu­lous sep­a­rate­ness from you is the mirage, Laugh­ing behind me, always, is a river that waits for noth­ing. Mostly I am the last to know this, But maybe, for the wait­ing, I feel more it’s effort­less power to take … Con­tinue read­ing →

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