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Sunshine Blogger Award

My friend Michael nominated me last month and asked all sorts of interesting questions of his nominees. I’m sorry to report that I’m too boring to have answers for all eleven of his Q’s, but I did my best. I hope you enjoyed this… Continue Reading “Sunshine Blogger Award”

The Dread of Night

The dread of nightwhere I lay alone in the darkand the abyss presses inand small soundsbecome largeand my lonelinessbecomes unbearableand there’s no reprieve. Only me. In my mind it’s allpine needlesdampnessand a gentle sobbing in the distance And the dread deepens. tara caribou |… Continue Reading “The Dread of Night”

Exaltation No. 11 (Real)

the real world is…

Spring

windsweptI look withinmelt snow on my skinready for new life can love truly heal all wounds and hurts tara caribou | ©️2026 photo by me

Shame

the shame drips like tarslow and methodicalnever fully releasing its grip I am coated and coveredif I open my lipsit reveals itself withinmy eyes are coveredmy face downcast in the dark I attempt to hideturning off lightsrefusing eye contacthunching my shouldersturning away helpless, the… Continue Reading “Shame”

Exaltation No. 10 (Mercy)

Be gentle

Thin Ice

you reach deepwanting to feel goodwanting to feelsomethingyou bury yourselfin desirein speculation and metaphysicsin coming timesin what once wasin a grief never formedand because of thisyou lasso otherswithout intending towithout realizing itand they, too, become the reachthe reach forforfor something moreand I, I hold… Continue Reading “Thin Ice”

Exaltation No. 9

Having found a home, joy leaps.

David J Bauman

Host of the In Three Poems Podcast

MATTLR.COM

3AM Questions that cut back

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wode natterings

thiskeptache

undone in spectacle

Prog2Goal

A weight loss journey

Driftwood Imagery

Photography and Visual Art by Adam Shurte

A Thought In A Billion

Our thoughts define us, so let's focus on a few.

Jeffrey S. Markovitz

Our lives are the words of this book

Letters For Anna

Our story made the last page of the newspaper. Witnesses said they'd seen a "madwoman with two paint-bombs suddenly appear."

Christopher Hoggins Artist

Art, random musings and the occasional inflammatory viewpoint of autistic artist Christopher Hoggins