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07 April, 2015
A Spring Fragment: A Poem
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Each new sunrise brings with it another necessary reckoning. The sparrows have returned from a winter of deep cultivation – Eart...
05 February, 2014
Along The Dirty, Sacred River: Introductions
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The Ohio River has been a physical and psychic boundary marker for as long as I can remember. Growing up in southeastern Ohio in the shado...
15 July, 2013
Williston Semi-Denied: Notes From Minneapolis
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Trying to make Art is a lot like building a fire. You spend your time trying to recreate the effect of a bolt of lightening, usually without...
10 July, 2013
Williston Update: Eyes And Ears
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I got to a state where phrases like "the Good, the True, the Beautiful" filled me with a kind of suppressed indignation.." - ...
08 July, 2013
Williston Update: Heading Out
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Dew is water to see, Not water to drink: We have forgotten water to drink. Yet I am content Just to see sunrise again. ...
21 February, 2012
A Baboon in New York, Part 1.2: The Chaotic Columna Ceruluia (Cont.)
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New York has a trip-hammer vitality which drives you insane with restlessness if you have no inner stabilizer. -- Henry Miller The simple, ...
19 February, 2012
Scant Minutes Til The End of a Long Distance Romance
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Bus Station flowers still cold from refrigeration hands wrapped around tightly. Red knuckled. Eye out for a bottle of wine. Bus will arrive...
11 February, 2012
Winter Beach
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It's a rainy day by the sea. Overcast skies are supplemented by the sounds of traffic on Ocean View Avenue; but it's Saturday morni...
06 February, 2012
Fade Into
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Imagined it all somewhat different. Rather, bold. Magnificent. Brightly lighted mini marquees. Macabre parades. Acquiescing smiles. Lim...
22 January, 2012
A Meditation on Nature and Experience
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After so many days, the ring cuts into the skin. Or, the finger grows around it. Like saplings grow round twine, twisting naturally unn...
21 January, 2012
Ahead of the Storm
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Shadows pass on the other side of frosted glasses. I can make out trees, the shapes of hills, traces of Interstate 74. 45 minutes out I know...
20 January, 2012
Harrison Street Station Run Through
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"I love it when a plan comes together." - John "Hannibal" Smith The original title of this entry was going to be "...
19 January, 2012
The Third Thing
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"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards." -Lewis Carroll Today's my last full day in Mount Carroll for a whi...
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