I dream of rituals long since passed To which we brought old photos or wrote our deepest fears. In some tiny blaze or gigantic bonfire we would burn these bits of tattered paper. I guess that we imagined this burning could make the pain disappear or the fear dissipate. Though this imagining seems perfectly normal, …
Trigger warning: the hawk in this poem and quote is deceased. In life, majestic sky-flyer, you inspired me By flying above it all. Your ability to soar, with or without the wind, Never ceased to tell the story of your journey In tranquil and terrifying terms. I suspect that your talons ripped the life From …
When the news came About your fever I was scared. I feared first for you, For your mama, And your gran’mama. How could your tiny Body With its tiny fingers, Toes, eyes, lips, and tongue Stand against such an ailment. Nonna was frightened too, But she did not pause. When the call came she ran …
Snowy weather inspires me. Though I am often in the minority, I love winter. Playing in the snow is a favorite pastime when it’s possible. So, when a dear friend of mine asked to interview me, I found myself returning several times to the theme of winter. One of her questions was about the scene …
I took the day of the 2017 eclipse off from anything other than personal reflection and bicycle riding. Not surprisingly, I found myself in a state of introspection for most of the day. For #Eclipse2017 I gave myself a day of introspection. Click To Tweet Search and Replace The company where I’ve had a job …
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I ride the path in the early morning. No humans intersect my meanderings. Gnats, mosquitoes, and those venomous white flies Bite at my shoulders and ankles. If I were to succumb to the thoughts of the day I would quickly be suctioned into the whirlpool of Jobless, isolated despair. Yet today, for reasons I cannot express …
Life is not a drill. I don’t get to rehearse Until one day It’s suddenly The performance. Even when I Am alone, Everything I do Is on stage. Getting my act Together Is a really good idea. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. …
Suspended in this Digression from The season that has Supposedly arrived, I hang between snow And sun. Drawn to each one In its own way, I hover. Distracted, each Longing takes Me further from what Is right in front of me Until desire and longing Come together, Making now and Now and now all that …
Leftover leaves Crunch softly underfoot As I wander to the creekside. There The sunshine warms my face, Amplifying what fleece had Already done. Buds beckon from nearby branches But I fear they Are destined to wither In a predicted freeze. All four seasons seem Rolled into a confused Ripple that waves goodbye, Jettisons across the …
Covering the deep, Watery abyss Is a haunting, Menacing rock. It stays cold until The hottest days Of Summer. So if you want The warmth now, Dive and dive And dive again. Explore and delve The abyss. From above, It looks like a frightening Hole, but inside You will find an Opening beyond All imagining. …
