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I keep dreaming of hills Big hills. They rise out of flat land, a tower of road I have to climb. The call beyond the crest changes. At times, it isn't even known - just some phantom draw pulling me on and upward. I always fear the car will fall off of the hill or...

The water is still today. It's one of those days when the sun and breeze cancel each other out, and you forget that you need sunblock. Soft spring water can make you forget a lot of things -- decaying remnants of trees and homes, broken families and enemies' bones....

You never long to want or want to long. You only want to be wanted for so long that your bones crack into dust like gray grindings of the peppercorn.

I hear the lonesome wind come in against the moored boats' bones as I load the warm laundry into the van. A dog tethers a woman across the street. Her eyes dart to her door when she sees me - hands plucking at the fabric mask she clutches. I smile, but the cloth on my...

Nature doesn't die when the snow falls like hushed ash. It sleeps. All that remains, the stems and stalks and seed clusters that hint of sprouts and spring and green expanses. They shiver in the cold. They blow in the wind. They quiver in the snow. They bend in the...

I dreamed there were mushrooms growing from your head once. I woke and wondered, and it scared me. But then I tasted mushrooms. Truly. Felt them expand my mind - remembered they'd grown from yours. You always said the years moved in circles - dancing without...

The Devil comes in the nighttime, but the angels come beside. Free under cover of darkness, the fallen and risen abide. Together, they dance in the moonlight. In her beams, none jeer or deride. The cherub and demon entangle. In truth, there is no great divide.

The year scurries on like black squirrels in red leaves. Stillness comes in her end, but we will await her. Even as we scamper - as we scatter - as we scavenge. We will await her. For the pregnant belly of winter will swell with snow like the full moon's glow and the...

There is blood on the Samhain and Aurora brings her in painted in the colors of the fallen and the children. Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies ashes, ashes, we all fall down. And then we dance a new dance -- a hallowed transferred soul -- from birth to...

We've been battered for millenia, maladaptive traits to live while the things that made us human from the world have been hid. In the gardens, on the beaches and from bluffs, we build a shrine to the truths that have been buried in the darkest parts of time. Break...

I lay my body down each night - the only peace I know. No matter where or what I fight, I never stand alone. Bruised and battered, weary, worn we weather all to rest and then with daylight’s shackles shorn we settle in to nest. Tomorrow, we will rise again and face an...

un homage à l'homme qui prends vie qui chantequi danse il n'a pas de peurvivre pour il sais qu'il etait créépour vivre c'est la vievivre bois, manges, savoure ce moment est ici et puis il passe comment ca goûte?