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The Place of Power

It's that space in the ether- full of riches It's a silence filled with charged hope It's the suppressed laugh with a lip that twitches It's where mind and body run to elope It's solitude- that rare gift for a... Continue Reading →


 “At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling” from North American Image Cycle in The Shape of the Journey   Let me tell you a secret of a peace  that is little known It swells with euphoria                                filling your... Continue Reading →

Parts of You

I love the handful of the earth you are    Through my fingers -you slipping as sand   The parts of yourself left behind   I cradle with tender care   They are the best of you   Parts of... Continue Reading →

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