Nature

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poetry: one hundred

nobody asked me to swim
for all these days in water
slightly polluted and stinging
like nettles. they didn’t force
salt into my eyes or metaphors
into my nose, hell, barely a few
saw my arms flailing and feet
kicking as I tried to stay vertical,
no, perpendicular, no, moving.
moving through same old muck
but this time with a net. did fish
follow me? hooked or caught
by a word, probably not. waves
and tides. waves and tides. waves
and words and breathe and me.
wave goodbye to this, to another
hundred grains of time. waving
toward memory, toward waves.
swimming another lap, lapping
another time around the sun.
see my hands reach once more,
once more diving into your wave.

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Photography: Fall Sunset and Harvest Moon

“Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.”
—Sanober Khan

I recently make a trek to my local park to photograph the sunset and the moonrise, both on opposite sides of a pond. I tried something different, listening to music in my earbuds. It felt more immersive, and private. I even found a secluded spot under an oak tree to do a little light dancing (recovery and aging sucks).

So come with me, dear friends, to visit golden light hitting my little town, and see how the harvest full moon looked as it emerged from the clouds. Please do let me know if you have a favorite image, and I truly hope you have a fantastic week!

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Photography: Sunflowers Instead of the Moon

This last full moon was fantastic, or so I’ve been told. I’ve been struggling lately to greet the moon. It’s no secret I’m having hip issues, so the end of days are kind of hard for me. So, instead of full moon photos, I hope you’ll indulge me with these sunflowers and the farms around the area.

I’ve been photographing people so much lately, it felt good to chase some bees around. Let me know what you think and if you have a favorite image.

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poetry: don’t look

swallow down embers, me
disappear into peat smoke
if you can’t smooth out
turn obsidian again
don’t appear at all, me
nettle strewn carpet
break down another layer
elements shift again
duff becomes humus, me
sorry, can’t make it
shattering too messy
they were right
run away from, me
write until it stops
tiny seeds open
gravity threads again
split the bedrock, me

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