Creative Journeys

Poetry and other Creative Expressions

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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cycles of remembrance do hang on me for a long time now. I think remembrance creates trust and trust makes wholes emerge and perpetuate...
Wednesday, July 14, 2010

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I do not breathe; breath runs through me as I be a witness to its path: I do not act although my belief tells me that I do. So I t...
Tuesday, July 06, 2010

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Arms holding in the madness tight as wind blows howls wraps around strangles slightly. I can sleep although her body too warm ...
Sunday, June 27, 2010

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Change comes to the one who bends: like raindrops that fall upon a leaf, that trickle from its wet green spout; I sway and droop with t...
Thursday, June 24, 2010

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Here stands a man who cares: who is open to being used. Who is ready to receive your blows when you need to release your scream. When ...
Friday, June 18, 2010

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From where does the change come if not within yourself? From the spheres that hang like baubles in the evening crested sky? From the ...
Monday, June 14, 2010

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Your power is as subtle as your Subtlety is powerful. Like the unknown alongside of you. Subtle as it streams along your veins carrying...
Friday, June 05, 2009

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man of truth carries on carries weight on through the wars quietly, little noticed little said, knows the dead no contradiction in opposites...
Thursday, May 28, 2009

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It’s the thin strip I love: between horizon and ground where eyes light upon and linger. There is a magical shiver that travels the spine an...
Thursday, May 21, 2009

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The continuous search for truth rips, slits, and soothes… like a journey on ice it slides towards the horizon far. We each a turgid ragamuff...
Thursday, May 14, 2009

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You buy into it, you lie into it. You are the bed you weave. If it could be different you would make it different: don’t cry over what you m...
Friday, May 08, 2009

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Body by cool water linger longer by the minute. It was dreamtime and I was in your space; brown lashes slapping tanned features furrowed, co...
Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Hombre

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The traveling man moves about because he can. He's the hombre of falling leaves; of time left lying in shallow pools bottom of the glass...
Monday, March 09, 2009

Fool Defeated

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When there is nothing but silence coming through the space between your lips like mysteries, I know I have been defeated by the subtlety of ...
Friday, February 20, 2009

Very much alive

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I’m not dead but very much alive. I have my alibi. I have my beating heart. I have no diversion or excuses. I am strong – and I’m coming on....
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