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Showing posts from September, 2018


I sometimes catch myself wanting for things that I have not I politely escort greed aside and ask him, please, to leave. For greed is the enemy of now him who haunts all of contentment insidious, he tries to sneak back in we are all on the lookout.

On the Tar River

I love these rainy river days No difference can be heard between waters they move in ever-changing time making their needs known to the lilt of a kudzu vine their breathless bodies plunge the earth and bring me back to beauty.

River ramble

Brim and bramble River ramble Coursing hands toward rushing rain Hipbone hollow Fingers follow Descend to waterfall terrain Tightly twisting terse tsunami Building boiling burst beyond me Lightweight lapping Twilight tapping Ebbing till she flows again