Old Man

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in the wild untended fields of my heart sits an old man. the day is late but warm and the low-angled light spreads like butter over the tall grass. his beard is white gone beyond gray and his hair, long and thin shifts with the wind. he wears an old vest of many colors, stitched … Read more

ALL IN

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I’ve always been a master of the hedge, the back door left ajar, the psychological bolthole where I can slip if this doesn’t go well.  Work, art, music, relationships — I’ve approached them all with a persistent subconscious restraint, a small holding back, the invisible “not really.” But it’s not small at all, this reservation.  … Read more

mud season

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it’s mud season here tipping from winter into spring though so far the earth seems a bit behind the sky. if I walk these hills early yesterday’s footprints are deep and hard, and what will later become puddles are still frozen and cracked, broken. as we all are broken, all incorporating our share of mud, … Read more