F A L L

seasonal sunset before the year's long night— sleepy descent into creative darkness. seeds germinate beneath the cooling ground; there is [i think. i hope] healing in that stillness. i wish and pray for triumphant, awe-inspiring blooms when we all wake. i'll do my best to make something beautiful. i love you, jess

Mockingbirds

It’s morning, although I’m not sure the time. Dew still twinkles and slides on every surface and small critters---be them squirrels, rabbits, prairie dogs, or a mix of them all---shuffle and scuttle in the tall grass. High up in the pines, mockingbirds chack-chack-cheeeooo back and forth, back and forth.  Summer sticks around most of the …

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Polka-Dots

I know of a shore that harbors magic: an old, forgotten magic that lies dormant beneath the rocks and pebbles of all shades and sizes. They sit atop the sand at least two feet deep and two miles long. In my memory, I return there often. The Atlantic whips the coast with salty daggers and …

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sit

you want to perch upon that branch the one which overlooks the meadow where even when it rains, rabbits skip between flowers, unbothered but to rest to observe means stillness silence steadiness you can't grip the mug between your hands without spilling over the edges shaking unconscious unconscious so sit. sit with it. sit with …

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