Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
windswept
I look within
melt snow on my skin
ready for new life
can love truly heal all wounds and hurts
tara caribou | ©️2026 photo by me
Host of the In Three Poems Podcast
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Photography and Visual Art by Adam Shurte
Our thoughts define us, so let's focus on a few.
the wild life
Our lives are the words of this book
Our story made the last page of the newspaper. Witnesses said they'd seen a "madwoman with two paint-bombs suddenly appear."
Art, random musings and the occasional inflammatory viewpoint of autistic artist Christopher Hoggins
Raw Earth Ink 
Even where it can’t heal, it can ease the pain.
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I think you’re right.
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Elemental meditation. I like the vulnerability here.
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Thank you Mark 😌
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Let’s hope it can…
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Ah, I do hope spring will make things a little better… but beautiful words are wonderful anyway.
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Thank you Chris 😌
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Spring is rebirth, a time for renewal in our personal, spiritual and physical self.
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I agree 💕
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