• The Artesian Well

    She was my parent’s age and being cared for by another person. She is gone now and I often wonder what remains of our history lost in the land of islands looked over by the Goddess of the Sun.

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  • On Sleep Paralysis

    I thought it might be fun to tell you some of my mysterious philosophies born in the twilight of awareness. The latest was awakening to reciting a poetic Edra related to my Norwegian Viking heritage.

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  • “That is why I write – to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.” Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept Recently, something caused a fundamental shift in my awareness of my conjured reality. I finally began acknowledging my time was short on this angry blue planet. In an…

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  • Love and Other Maladies 4

    My Love is a Rusty Old Backhoe Dirt polished fingers of steel Dig deep in your velvet softness Scream to me how it feels Ice sky tinges your mounds Pulling furrows in straight lines Push deeper in furtive ground I pour my intention in your furrows Build storm walls in your newly plowed mind Weep…

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  • Love and Other Maladies 3

    If you are an aesthetic that has renounced the world to live in poverty without possessions, you may be less affected by the slashing wounds of social upheaval.

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  • Real trust takes time and it is time well spent.

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  • The Kama Sutra was a text devoted to Kama, the god of erotic love, desire, and sex. Western publishers have worked tirelessly to convert the sutra into a pornographic entertainment novel fit for publishing in Hustler Magazine. 

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  • Noble Virtues

    When Anne and I fell into the rhythm of Anne’s dream and my mission, we bonded in a way that transcended all our challenges. We met each day with a joyous heart and gratitude for each other.

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  • In the forest, there is the varied darkness of shadows and the brilliance of life under the sun. In between are a million shades of gray that exist under a full moon on a cloudless night.

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  • She could not hide from my intuitive power as I sensed she was no longer present, even when her body succumbed to orgasm and the fog of closeness and sweet words.

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