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Tag: Friendship
Exaltation No. 8
your love encircles meslow train rides of memory, fleetinga picnic, perfect, ‘neath twisted branchesyou smile as you turn back,looking over your shoulder, quietly playfulfeed me as I drive or do dishessharing what you love with mewe can love it together, you insista sunrise, two… Continue Reading “Exaltation No. 8”
The Reed in the Wind
bend mebend mebend me overgentlydon’t break mesoft pushesmold megive me a chanceto bendto changeonly be patientbend medon’t break me(I fear I will shatter)don’t break mejust yet tara caribou | ©️ 2025 photo by me
Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land
They say everything looks clearer at 30,000 feet but I found my clearest sight came while looking out over the wide open fields of Iowa. Breathe in, fresh vision and hope on the horizon. Breathe out, and the troubles of yesterday fade away, if… Continue Reading “Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land”
Hello, my friends.
Hello friends. Summer has arrived to my corner of Alaska. It’s been warm and quite nice, weather-wise. I’ve been very busy this year, and getting busier. In a few weeks, my good friend, michael raven (of ravensweald), and I will be roadtripping from Alaska,… Continue Reading “Hello, my friends.”
When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River
“This is who I am.” The words rise, though I am alone. I’m not perfect or beautiful or young: “This is me, accept me or reject me.” (Please, love me.) Some minutes later, I park, stumble gracelessly out of the car, hopelessly in love,… Continue Reading “When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River”
The First Fields at Sunrise
The morning sky, lightening from black to midnight blue, blue to lavender, and then pink on the impossibly far-off horizon. My first glimpses of a new future. I pass through a wall of peace as I cross the county line. This is what home… Continue Reading “The First Fields at Sunrise”
Sacred Grove
In the sacred grove lay secrets from the past for the futureTouching the grey furrowed bark of a grandfather oak, I listenBe in the now, it’s all you have, this moment here, you and I I weep for all the could-be’s and should-have-been’sWasted momentsI… Continue Reading “Sacred Grove”
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