A Meditation on Place

StopTake a breathWhat do you see?A teardrop stain, like dripping condensation on a windowIt smears against the pad of my right thumb.Green fingers of an aloe reaching out and to the lightRotting soilA black gnat sitting on a spore.My hair is everywhereComing out in clumps it hangs like Spanish moss from the branches of an …

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What Becomes

“For a moment, I expected the impossible. And then it happened.”   Where are you? Wild winds whipping up against a desolate landscape. Cold skies and a raging heart. You have been uprooted. Torn from the comfort of the ordinary, you have been exposed. But do not go blind, little dove. Look around you. The …

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