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Road Tripping, part three
The East Coast From Gaithersburg, we drove to Washington, DC, on the Clara Barton Parkway. The view entering the city is of the Kennedy Center across the Potomac. Stunning. I’ve never entered the city in that direction and loved the parkway. We cruised past the White House and Washington Monument and visited the National Building…
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Road Tripping, part two
Still in Texas. We headed out I-35 but diverted on Old Bastrop Highway before San Marcos. A highway marker said we were on the El Camino Real de los Tejas. The old highway from Mexico City. We stopped in Lockhart, TX, the barbeque capital of Texas, and bought some brisket, turkey, and sausage for our…
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Road Tripping
I recently completed a 2,700-mile roadtrip through 19 states to my ultimate destination–Rockland, Maine where I am spending two months. I left Montrose, Colorado, on Saturday, August 26, and spent the evening, night and most of the following day with my sons in Vallecito, CO. Then, I drove to Santa Fe, NM arriving in time…
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Jason
Shades of winter haze His breath freezes Puddles of grief In my eyes. Time is running out, he says Though he does not speak— Hasn’t murmured a word in days Breath rattles in his chest A whispering creek flows into his lungs Perhaps it was a rare planetary Grouping, a mysterious meteor shower, That caused…
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Spontaneous Combustion
A frigid fire Smolders within Clinging to each breathe It ignites for a flash But in an instant is smothered Flesh to flesh A tongue A kiss A bite The flames have no fury Controlled burn Turbulent but repressed But then Spontaneous combustion And in conflagration I am turned to ash
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Coyote
The coyote left to the west Chasing sun before she set Ran over fields of frost Frozen flight Flecks of light Turned long nose Howled come follow me Solitary was her plight I have run Across the plain Followed you To and fro Up the mountains glacial peak Touched the sky On moonbeams streak You…
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Broken Chalice
Broken chalice My blood dripping Down my leg Sticky, warm, wet Tears spilling Down my cheeks Burning lines I cannot run Cannot scream I lie there The unbroken rhythm Of him razor sharp Between my legs Splitting me in two Like some sacrificial animal Strung up And Sliced down the middle Yet, I am Not…
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Too Much Church
The air inside the clapboard chapel was thick and humid. Some parishioners fanned themselves with the Sunday bulletin, while others ignored the sweat running down their temples, soaking through the back of their shirts. Many arms were raised above their heads with their hands waving at the ceiling in praise; some swayed back and forth,…
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Bluebonnet
A blue-grey sky Engulfed in moist clouds Surrounded Wrapped in cool nothingness It is ok to cry The sky cries Drops of rain fall To the ground Fall on my umbrella Like applause Bravo You are cleansed Baptized in the earthy Dampness You will sprout forth Like a hyacinth Snow will melt from Your waxy…
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Dancing with the moon
I watch the moon waltz across the sky, the abundant stars longing to be her partner. She dances, dipping behind the mountains playing hide and seek. I follow her lead, and we twirl against the midnight sky, touching the tree branches stretching out to meet us. The moon wears a golden gown, and I my…
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