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Lucky am I

It is a moving tunnel that
Inverts itself as it plunges ahead
I am plastered to its rippled wall
Held by the centrifugal force
Greater than my own will… 97 more words

Poetry

Fifty shades of grey

Our winters here are not gay —
A somber time of year
Our winter’s fifty shades of grey
The wind will take your breath away… 152 more words

Poetry

History teaches

I am taking an essay writing class for the next 10 weeks. So I may from time to time post either entire essays or excerpts from essays that I write. 173 more words

Writing

Silence

Snow vortices —
Do the flakes shout to each other
In their divergence
Or is silence their remedy?

Poetry

My blood

My blood is hoofbeats in the Sahara
My blood is the tolling of church bells in Novgorod
My blood is the latching of a prison door… 83 more words

Poetry

And so

Water
Night
Empires
Fall
And so
I love

Poetry

Blood and ashes

Blood and ashes — what is the difference?
We are blind to grey on brown
But red on white is in the visible spectrum
Ashes are fleeting — they love the wind… 34 more words

Poetry