Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
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
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 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.”
“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 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”
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