I go downstairs to the lobby of the motel on the Blue Ridge here in North Carolina to get some coffee.

The proprietor--up early, as usual--taking…

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bard owls calling in the night

Pondering the glimmer of broken car glass from the…

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There are certain moments in our lives which mark us, and define who we…

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What a difference, makes a week.

From its beginning, these perspectives,…

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Beautiful, delicate traveller,
I follow you a short way,
as…

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Up into the snail-pace car-a-pace, again, and again; yet again, we travel.

Following…

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New faces, hugs and hearts within which I was surrounded asked me no questions, so I told no lies.

Burning, my maya retracted a claw, and my…

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A star willingly releases its light.
In all directions; to see everything.
Through…

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leaving my bed
the windows did rattle
from feeding my head
in the wake of my battle

I heard them say
burnin’-down-the-house
is…

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digital re-print two-colour-press-print from 1968

This tricycle is a digital re-print…

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