Tag Archives: Love

Child of the Sun

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 … Continue reading

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Sun sets on the real world

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

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. … Continue reading

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Eddy

What is a truth and a lie? A photograph 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 … Continue reading

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The Road

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

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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