Nick
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Epistles from a Future Self
The first letter arrived in spring, tucked between his electric bill and a coupon flyer. Handwritten on thick parchment, it bore no return address, only his name, scrawled in calligraphy like the cover of a Bible. “Lo, I say unto… Continue reading
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After the Heat
The heat has brokencool air slips through the trees My mind feels lighterbut anger still visitsa blade through calm It seethes at the worldunwilling to yieldto what simply is And so I bleedalone in the refusal Continue reading
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The Wheel Turns
I am born with the dawna spark in breaking light By nightfall, I withermy being folded into dark At sunrise, I rise once morereborn from the fire of day At sunset, I fall againa shadow cast into silence So the… Continue reading
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The Strays
They started showing up in early spring, muddy-pawed, matted fur, eyes bright like lanterns. No one else noticed at first. Tourists walked right past, and shopkeepers shooed them off like any other mutts. But to the ones who slept under… Continue reading
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In the Midnight Woods
In the midnight woodswe listen To the calls of wild creaturesrustling in the dark The moon hangs highpouring its milky lightacross our faces A frog hops closepauses to greet usthen vanishes into shadow The night teems with lifeand we are… Continue reading
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Ten Thousand Thoughts
Sitting still as the world spinsMorning stretches, stirs to life The sun lifts its golden headAbove the rim of the waking earth Spilling light across the skyThe promise of the new day Brimming with ten thousand ideasTen thousand thoughts Each… Continue reading
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What is Love, if Not This?
What is loveIf not the mergingOf two beings into one? If not the bickeringThe grumpy words softenedBy forgiveness? What is loveIf not the kissPlaced on her browAs she dreams beside me? If not the unwavering truthThat she is the centerOf… Continue reading
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In Love With the Night
Bells toll in the distanceAs night falls My lover’s hand in mineWe walk into the cool wind The trees breathe around usTheir boughs sway Wet grass kisses my bare feetThe world is quiet, alive And II am in loveWith the… Continue reading
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The In-Between
Deep in the woods, in a cabin worn by wind and time, Robert had passed many solitary days and nights. He’d long since grown weary of the world. Once a journalist, now a self-styled spiritual exile, he rarely spoke of… Continue reading
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The Birdsong
The birdsong is musicDrifting through morning air I wonder how they liveHow they loveHow they speak each other’s names They sing so tenderlySurely they knowWe are listening, too Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 