Category Archives: Creativity

Equitare Viae Liberum

You are my road. Drawing me away from duty, from purpose, urging me with signs, both clever and obtuse, to roll onto you, take your endless paths and ways, these promises of salvation, change, of adventure without compromise, nor guilt. … Continue reading

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Horse Hair Skier

Your nails still refuse to drag along my skin. Snow leopard. You… Your nails retracted, tongue curled, folded. Padding away into a mountains dark crevices. Where I, kokburu player, goat tosser extraordinaire, mad skier across Tuvan skies, lasso in hand and elk … Continue reading

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Air

Scudding in metal tubes, breathing in recycled breaths. Spinning turnstiles, merry go rounds, bladed pinwheels. My hands cut open by edged receipts, boarding passes, desperate sketches from forlorn children… missed baseball games, concerts, birthdays and… that soup of missed connections, … Continue reading

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We Are in Manic House, Operational and Compromised

Boom, then sounds like shattering glass, fragments of glass, plinking sounds carried on the wind. Boom. Agitated,  the city, men with guns rummaging around yards, snipers on rooftop, jumbles of green, black, blue. Shooting. Shooting past walls, reason resistance. Men … Continue reading

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Happier Not Throwing

I am running across the dunes falling down the sand, with the flow. You are below, around, behind, I don’t know, mother, father… …you are flowing across the sand with me, away from me, it’s all shifting so smoothly. Once, … Continue reading

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I Am a Rocking Child, Rolling

I am contained by spit and bailing wire, the old go-cart knocked together from peach crates, roller skates, an old wooden skate affixed with bent nails to peach-stained slats. Rocking down hills, round hairpin turns, skipping cracks and gaps. Memory. Bailing … Continue reading

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Safe as Houses

stood out, the thief in a mill, safer than mice in cheeses. if it please, then, he still didn’t find it, that needle the traveler was peddling, pulling him back outside, boredom a dangerous enemy now met in a narrow … Continue reading

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