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Mother Earth: Greatest Poet of All
Her poetry is beauty and music in motion, Her breeze, multi-lingual, a continual re-visioning. Some days she brings her power to the page As an aromatic out-breath. Other days she rains soft tears, or hails A jazzy rendition, a syncopated beat against tin roofs, Or sings through wintry-whispers: The sting and silence of snow.…
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Sharp Sticks Grow On Rooted Trees
“I’m hurt, Mom,” said Cosmo, my eleven-year-old son, when he opened the front door. Blood seeped from his ear. “What happened?” “I ran into a sharp tree limb.” With a wash cloth and hydrogen peroxide, I slowed the flow of blood. “Is he gonna lose his ear, Mom? Omg, he’s gonna be like Vincent Van…
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Love Still Falls Like Sawdust
Pioneer Tree Service, father and son, their roots carved deep, strip the limbs off my neighbor’s fifty-foot cedars.
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Waking Spirit
For the Lummi Youth Academy May the students and faculty of Lummi Youth Academy fly and speak, fly and speak with stories and songs that depict their sacred lives.
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Acronyms for the Soul
When human errors flog us when we must carry pain, heavy as tragedies that turn us inward