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when great sheets of ice are conveyed

to the shore with the wind as an aid,

they shatter like glass

and the shards soon amass–

and that’s how ice mountains are made

–photo by me

the moon and me

when i was a young boy,

it was the ancient face

that cows jumped over;

when i was a young man,

it became my chaperone

and followed me on dates;

and now that i’m old,

it’s the pocked and ruddy

face of an adolescent–

by these observations,

i can only surmise

that when i die,

the moon will be born

–photo by me (double exposure)

World of Dreams

Inside my head

B-movies stream

With pointless plots

And senseless themes

For nothing here

Is as it seems–

I love the world

Of dreams

–Photo/art by me

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the winter woodlands

coax me into the chaos

of their crystal webs

–photo by me

Staying Creative

When I just can’t seem to put any words together on the page, I’ll put something else together on it, like this birch bark pick-up truck. It keeps the creative juices flowing through the dreaded writer’s block, and when the dam finally breaks, I’m ready to go.

Of course, good photos are the best inspiration for me, but this time of year it’s hard to get out in the woods, and now that we finally have an appreciable amount of snow, the options grow thin. Maybe I’ll go look for more birch bark.

–Photo by me