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2026

May 24 2025 always sitting always thinking and waiting I am motionless between two rooms so still in the open doorway not knowing if I should step forward my walls have been filled with thoughts, dreaming, intensions of late I have just been existing  I care for a little fluffy tan creature that licks my face why have I undertaken this responsibility? to not wake alone every day? to…

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What an artist does

walk in a dream of your own making pick up a pencil and read your lines I am a vessel  a vessel that holds within it many planets of time they spin within the shell words bumping into images remnants of thoughts  lying like dust on every surface  the slightest movement from a leaf can set everything in motion time has no set place to tack itself at some point its aroused by an image,…

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captured moments

table top stacked with captured moments 4×5 6×8 8×10 all little bits of life lying there each image a mini prison a box that floats in time no way to enter or leave  boxes with parts of me inside

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Captured Moments

december 29 2023 table top is stacked with captured moments  4×5 6×8 8×10  all little bits of life lying there mini moments on a reel  look! look! she screams not a single soul wakes we imagine strength and independence standing strong with the soles of our feet  connecting to the pulse of the earth  each image feels like a mini prison a box that floats in time  no way to enter or to…

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My thoughts reach out

december 23 2023 my thoughts reach out in the shape of a hand fingers run over lines  created and imagined  the slightest touch obliterates the origins must once again be created at what cost,,, is it an incomplete ending the wrong ending has one creation been sacrificed for another was it selfish was it sacrificial or just plain exhaustion I stand on footprints I cannot fill the…

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Soft whispers in the night

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Drifting in and out of Dreams

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the soul

pure energy untethered  in suspension waiting for the day  when two may unite  while spinning in the cosmos energy  surrounds like a white fog seemingly dense  but thin to the touch like a ghost is it right to hold a promise till ones breath is final to then merge and float together if promises are not meant to be kept would they even be made on ones death bed 8-10-23

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5-07-22

These lines you see these lines you see are all coded bits of me every time my heart grew with passion every tear of disappointment every day I spent in wonder every time I fell into the depths of love every time of contemplation, live or fly every door I opened and closed all the giggles and questions of the young those precious little voices and faces are embedded in my lines they make me…

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What is a home

What is a home

  walking on shadowed footprints my soles weakened, thin, bruised standing in front of yet another door another passage for me to travel what now?

months of sorting, trashing, packing four solid days of burning forty years [i guess] of files, receipts, birthday cards, letters memories and momentoes offered, none accepted more to burn reading and reliving every recipt, every note the flames dance…

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winter solstice​ May all my blog friends have a peaceful and tranquil winter solstice

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When Self-doubt Hits

when self-doubt hits

it seeps into one’s flesh

spreads with haste

a painter’s brush

coated with pigment

like a kiss

it touches the water soaked parchment

camouflaging all intentions

swiftly it moves across the surface

changing everything

into shades of   anything

insecurity hits and leaves a mark

like a bruise deep into your muscle tissue

it changes you

you might look in a mirror

you might see a…

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What, Who, Where, Why

What, Who, Where, Why

  What, is reality is it a circle does it have a razor’s edge do we live in one dimension are they doorways constantly looping changing angles, colours, temperatures

Who,

are we bits of memories floating through space unaware of our true physical selves if in fact, we are

Where,

perhaps we are merely code being created every second an anomaly that exists like dust floating about with every exhale

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Sitting here with the room full of white light reflection of the morning snow Sitting here with my fingers concentrating on mini stitches of my morning quilting Sitting here with no real desire to step outside my room              I watch artist documentaries on youtube pleasantly Sitting here with no ambition, no thoughts of future, no aspirations I feel warm, content,             mindful and…

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Child of White Light

Child of White Light

Who is this child

so small

yet her smile fills the room

I pick her up

I hold her close

she brightens the room

not like a light bulb

not like the sun

more like a pure white energy

who is this child

that appeared in my dream

holding her I walk about in this small house

from room to room passing people I feel I know

there are no faces

there are no voices

the house seems full 

as if it were a…

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Birthdays

birthday

what and why do we?

is there something for to see

i feel no memory vibrating in me

nothing left by the queen bee

while she was in a mating spree

even if so briefly

  a miracle as such

should surly insomuch

gift us initial touch

hidden in our memory hutch

if our minds truly are 

the greatest computer created

should I not then be able to retrieve

all the memories that created me?

to feel…

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Grey

with peanut butter and rye toast

waking my tastebuds

with a stream of caffeine flowing down my throat

with Galloway’s flute filling my room with sweetness

I sit in my wicker chair

waiting, and watching the morning wake

  my sky with so many shades of grey

grey, a word worthy of a metal

it dances for many others

without taking the lead

at times it will soften the edge

or intensify the starkness

g…

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