Monthly Archives: January 2011

Rainforest News #21

Mouse on the road, run! Cars screetch, swerve to miss the mouse. Horse stepping lively. *********************************** I’m a ballon floating high above the trees. Which, pop or go up? ********************************** Swim in the river Eat sun-warmed watermelon Rocking chair memories … Continue reading

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Why?

Why do we ride horses, not cows? I lie in fields of daisies and ponder lists of “Whys” that even the Internet can now answer. My mother puts her hands over her ears and says, “Please, child, go outside and … Continue reading

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Clouds Catching Fire

Dark billows on the horizon, rain’s sure to come. Setting sunbeams slipping through clouds set afire, edges flaming red and rose. then golden glow on purple pillows. All around me daytime life fluff their feathers, smooth their fur, settle in … Continue reading

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Imagination

What we imagine is not real; how many “truths” do we blindly accept, never questioning their validity? I pass into different spaces where there is no time. I walk suspended between what’s called “real,” and dimensions where all possibilities lie. … Continue reading

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Rainforest #20

Hop, Easter Bunny Chocolate eggs for each of us. Death, an illusion! *************************** Knees can’t kneel to pray. Can God hear me if I sit? Is laughter prayer? *************************** Heat suspends the day Too hot to do anything Waterfall delights! … Continue reading

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The Sneeze

Someone told me that when we sneeze, all functions of our body cease for that moment. This has always fascinated me. Some days I just want to stop, not quit, but have time for a pause, hang suspended, catch my … Continue reading

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The Bull

Lord of the pasture majestically he surveys his domain. Lips curled with passion, he bellows his need and chooses from many the object of his desire. Mounting with fury, he plants his seed and grunts his delight, then ambles off … Continue reading

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