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The Golden Hour

They call this the golden hour—when the sun paints its lighton the nature it has traveledlightyears to touch when the sky blushesshades of crimsonat the witness ofsuch spectacular beauty I am lucky to capturesuch a spectaclebut the golden momentsof the … Continue reading

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Sundays in Winter

Every sunday in winterhe would wakeand put on his Carharttto go shovel the drivewayafter 10 hour daysspent through the weekclearing the roadsNobody thanked him. He’d come in from the coldthrow coal in the furnacemake sure his family was warmHe’d start … Continue reading

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You and I

We must stop the haunting ways we think and dust the cobwebs of doubt away. We must fight the demons that whisper we are not good enough for each other, my love. I cannot speak for you, but, you spend … Continue reading

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Nothing Gold Ever Stays

I am taken with my skin when concealed by the thinnest cloth and bathed in sunlight when I stand still long enough to watch the light make love to the dark I feel the most understood – for that juxtaposition … Continue reading

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Spring is Coming

these dark and dustycutthroat morningsare fadingas the sunlight filtersthrough the blindskissing my claviclei lower my blanketsreveling in the warmthof nature’s furnaceupon my breastsi smile a genuine smilethe songbirds singgood morningand i hum them a tunecan you feel it?Spring is coming

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Wrapped Up in You

sometimes i sit at this window and stare at this tree and think of the life it might have known – the nurturing of a man’s hands who planted its seed and cared for it. its roots growing and wrapping … Continue reading

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Merry Christmas

it is nothing short of a dreamto sit by my christmas treecup of coffee in handstaring out the windowfascinated by the blanketing silenceas mother nature shakes her snow globeand its ability to slow timemy mind wandersto the mean old man … Continue reading

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I Wish I Could Write The Way I Think

I wish I could write the way I think – Obsessively Incandescently With maddening desire and the same intense passion that flows through these veins I would make love to these pages with such intensity, the moon would tear open … Continue reading

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On The Eve Of Turning 36

I have been thinking of you – the seed I never sowed the bun I never baked. I feel it – the eleventh month of my body and the calendar. Tomorrow will be my birthday. My spring is gone and … Continue reading

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My Light

It is hard sometimes, to rise above it – the fear the hate the things we covet my own light dims when anger rages – the news the trauma locking kids in cages No! Not me! I will not fall … Continue reading

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