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After the Rain

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    6:58 A.M the sky cried   through the misery of darkened skies the rain came down harassing sleepy eyes and solemnly splashing against drowning curbs;   it bullied blind windshields and bloated thirsty fields   it welted drowsy highways and feed angry puddles flooding hurried streets – like a tempered   soul the […]

Winter’s Song

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  Winter’s Song   The snow fell today, and and silence lifted throughout the streets; no whistling winds or chilling air blowing against the breath of my mind. Just the stillness. This moment.  Here alone making footprints on the dusting over cobbled stone/with poet eyes dreaming the sky.   Walking, through the birth of winter […]

In Summer

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In Summer In summer, the song sings itself. ~William CarlosWilliams I hear the songs again.  Back when my mind was in the body of innocence – before growth when adolescence stood still in time and the playfulness of youth filtered through the poetry of nursery rhymes.  I hear the songs again.  Memories dancing on aged sidewalks […]

Thoughts From A Loft At The End Of June

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I wonder what Langston Hughes would’ve done if there were no words – I wonder how he would’ve taught the world about deferred dreams if there was no way to write the blues.  I wonder what would become of language if the fears of Shakespeare didn’t tell tales in old English rhyme and didn’t retell […]

A Path In Time

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Early morning sunrise surprises the ocean’s yawn as it quietly pounds against sleepy rocks that awaken at the renewal of dawn. If there could be a place where love lives, it would be here, in this almost surreal portrait of life. Hot coffee steams against the fabric of our lips but it is this supreme […]

Grand Central

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Captured in admiration between the study of fear and the tranquility of fascination, I watch a flash mob of minds scurry in different directions to beat time to new destinations. Scents of Magnolia cupcakes tiptoe through vanilla halls where voices travel in the walls decorated in architecture of a magical acoustic. I am in the […]

Butterfly Wings

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  flutter in front of my eyes causing my mind to stutter for just one moment as I gaze into the stillness of time watching this beautiful artistic creation of metamorphosis fly freely. A pretty black with traces of gold – wings the eyes of opportunity as they drift though the skies of a complicated […]

Human Nature

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“It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.” ~ Charlotte Bronte Summer always matures on a Sunday. The beginning of a new week organized as a day where even the sun sleeps late eventually blossoms […]

In Traffic

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It is amazing the way the mind wanders when we are in traffic. We sit in a clutter of tempered stillness waiting for permission to go at the flash of a green light. There is so much observance we capture with our sight when we try to peek sideways at strangers who are intensely gripping […]

Suburban Sunset

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This, the beautiful temperature of sunset, is something to be admired. There is easiness here; a steadiness that has captured me as I sit, in the backyard of open translation, studying the movements of serenity as the sky has emptied of all of its obscenities as quietness fuels the stillness of time. Here, in the […]