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Traveller with Limited Vision

She makes her way, unafraid a square white sign taped to her metal walker, trusting that those who head in her direction will honour safe passage. Amid the roar of the rough ocean a flock of geese fly overhead as she … Continue reading

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Fall Away

“ Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.” – William Allingham As my feet moved through the detritus left from recently fallen acorns lying on the unwashed sidewalk, a … Continue reading

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Foraging

We keep telling ourselves it isn’t going to happen, that our world will not be destroyed by a madman or two hurling threats and insults before picking up their toys. The image of what might be cuts too deep, leaving … 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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Passenger

Among summer flowers and dark earth I spied a red velvet starfish, an exotic bloom plucked from its ocean home dropped by a careless hand or mother gull upon an unknown world. A world saturated in golden light and still … 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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Morning Thunder

“ It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.” – Frederick Douglass A rumble reverberating through the air woke me from a … Continue reading

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