I fly, I exist (draft)

I fly, I exist (draft)

I am here Though you may not notice Above the trees I soar High within the clouds Looking down upon the earth.             And so I guard you. The wind lifts my wings, I Coast down, my eyes closing As I sniff the warm spring air. Tilting my head, I come to land My hooves …

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Everything has a beginning

Everything has a beginning

Everyone has a beginning. On the tree of life we start As too green leaves Bright, yet fragile Sprouting upon wobbly limbs, Reaching for the sun in the sky. It is a beginning. With spring, comes strength. Buds burst forward. We are steadier, As the winds bend us, Rain revives us, and The early years …

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The warmth holds me close… (Draft)

The warmth holds me close… (Draft)

The warmth encompasses me and holds me close Tight within the arms of awareness, and Humbling in the sincerity of tenderness. A candle flickers Bringing within its light your gentleness. The slight curve of your face, The edge of your smile, Draws me in As you look down at me with sleepy eyes. Within those …

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How do you tell a person… (draft)

How do you tell a person… (draft)

Growing up we read the fairy tales, and Dreamt of a lady and lake. Visions of knights valiant in mail Charging down a winding path Excited our imagination As mists floated at the river’s edge. Whispers of adventure’s pledge were So close you could feel it Swirling around you with poignant destiny. How does one …

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What’s with Galen Skye

What’s with Galen Skye

Hi everyone, New Website So obviously, we have moved my site to its own domain and I am really excited about merging my Poetry with my Fiction and Essays. With a poetry book coming out over the summer and two fiction collaborations happening, it just seems like the best time. Expanded Content Over the past …

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Poem – Enough. (Draft, 2018)

Poem – Enough. (Draft, 2018)

Enough. I remember the protests of Vietnam. Barely, but they resonated In the conversations around me, The glimpses of students waving signs That I couldn’t read. This, at the beginning of my life. Democracy apparent as people Gathered to protest a War that wasn’t called a war. What is war, then? This conflict of words …

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On writing poetry…

On writing poetry…

Yesterday, I posted a poem here and to FB, etc. I deliberately indicated it was a Draft, in part because I wasn’t sure about it. Ironically, the cadence of the poem felt to me much like one that I wrote in 1987 when I was 14 and I worried that it would feel that way …

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