Tag Archives: forest

#Route97 (Part 1)

“ Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson I’ve never heard the ocean singing until today (down by Second Beach), as the … Continue reading

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Fractured

Startling the reverie among newly green trees, dystopian voices undulate over  autumn strewn paths, piercing through well tended worlds regardless of  collected dreams. These are our brothers and sisters thrown to the wolves of winter, spring but a distant memory … Continue reading

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Masquerade

There you are, standing in your own doorway, barefoot and bereft of hat, crow-black hair shaved close to olive skin – this is the real you, a velvet vision, someone for me to remember when the mask goes on. Even … Continue reading

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Dancing in the Dark

“ So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.” – T. S. Eliot Summer has returned for a few days, giving us a chance to go on one more picnic in the park, drink another iced chocolate and feel … Continue reading

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Rise

“ The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.” – Zen Saying A false fall is beginning to make itself known as I walk beneath a shower of gently falling rain-starved leaves, catching sight of … Continue reading

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Turbulence

She walked with a train of midnight-hued crows in her wake, her ear to the wind and the silently growing things, alert to any aberration in her world… There is a sickness creeping over the land,            … Continue reading

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Infinity

A tired stretch of asphalt, outside of time finds itself peppered with glossy machines, sleek, moving fast,  their owner’s hearts turned to stone. The needle strewn forest path, outside of time bears witness to the solitary soul seeking solace and pure … Continue reading

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