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About Me

an onion peeling from the inside out, planted in the hills and getting free, trading conclusions for the mystery.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

present day pilgrims, wandering refugees of the long since pillaged plains, seeking solace in their souls, an end to the beginning of war.

My Blog

Still Here

taking apart an engine is like unwrapping a greasy present expensive bill in the middlethe van sits in a gravel paking lot, tools, bolts and parts sprawled across cardboardin the shade of mesquite tre...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 21:01:00 GMT

My Love

Dear All,Our journeys are going beautifully,  I want so much to share the experiences we've been going thru,  and yet to share only the physical facts of where and when would miss what I'd mean to s...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 11:13:00 GMT

You'll have to decide

You'll have to decideif you really want truthfor it will not come pleasantlyor make you more agreeable.It's horrific weight will sit upon your lovefor all the years it takes tomake a diamond, and even...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 14:57:00 GMT

traveling poem

 So many miles between each town,forests spill out to tree line horizonsthe sun sets behind mountains, andthe sky is flooded with starsa campfire by a rivera teapot on the coalsis as close to the feel...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 11:52:00 GMT

Full of MySelf

Sitting on a high place, I look down upon myself as Ihave been, blinded by thenext thing, in sentiment andspeculation,  in a patchwork ofpast, I have been defined within theconfines of age, gender, ra...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:01:00 GMT

letter

Situation:  After living deep in the hills for several years, a couplepeople decide to venture out again,  leaving the dogs at home with astack of dogfood bags, leaving the deep snow on the ground, le...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 11:02:00 GMT

even here

Even here in the hungry bustle ofA Friday night, where the endOf a work week is celebratedLike the end of a war,The only solace I find is with The trees that lean against the skyLike wirey vagabonds, ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:45:00 GMT

poem / prayer

wash me down to a still pointto the first cell,  which sightlessencompasses the universe.wash me in the quiet fire,  that I mayconfess,  my skin has grown thick.Let the time be now, that I,Like a melt...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 13:29:00 GMT

Inheritance

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Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 10:38:00 GMT

Alien Language

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Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 12:05:00 GMT