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Winter’s Other

Lushly, thicklya polar bear hibernatesunder our infinite skies,  in our midst:bristling white visiting behemoth. From my tiny pane,I see its heavylugubrious breathing¬†see its lungs, and firrise and fall in branch and mindand rise again.

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Between Terror and a Soft Spot

    The in-between is where we live – between good and evil, heaven and earth, perfection and despair, knowing and not-knowing.¬† Sometimes this in-between feels like giddy freedom – like the white space between lines of poetry, like imagination. … Continue reading

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