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    summer storm

    by  • July 25, 2014 • depression, grief, poetry • 3 Comments


    I can see them coming over the tops of the trees the lights at the old ball park the roof tops of the old warehouses the clouds pile up some white as anger behind them a grey wall as deep as darkness here comes the rain again falling on my head like a memory...

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    dreaming in barcelona

    by  • July 23, 2014 • poetry • 2 Comments


    I am dreaming these days, but not in a language I remember; I wake up with some sense of where I’ve been . . . of stories I’ve been told . . . . In the resonance of my ruminations, I feel at home riding strange trains with Schanuzers who now live only in...

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    heat wave

    by  • July 2, 2014 • poetry • 1 Comment


    the southern summer is not personal: the onslaught of heat and humidity falls on the just and unjust the sacred and the sweaty gets under your skin refusing to relent in its drive to depletion as you dart from one cool remove to the next more afternoons than not the swirl and stack of...

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    what I learned at the sculpture show

    by  • June 19, 2014 • community, durham, hope • 4 Comments

    “Love seeks to close all distance.” — John Berger —  And Our Faces, My Heart, As Brief As Photos Life has a certain centrifugal force. In both large and small ways we are thrown to the edges, away from one another. The companion force is one that draws us to one another, that compels...

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    by  • June 8, 2014 • Camino, durham, friends, home • 1 Comment


    the scallop shell was still swinging from the side of my backpack as I walked from home to our coffee shop to drop off cookies and write still a pilgrim I suppose this time in my own town broken sidewalks instead of trails sites made sacred by our stacks of stones and stories the...

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    notes from the camino: it is completed

    by  • May 31, 2014 • Camino • 0 Comments


    We woke this morning to a perfect day for walking. The sun was shining, a few cotton ball clouds were scattered across the sky as though they had been painted in, and a cool breeze blew across our path as we wandered through farms and forests once again. We walked at a relaxed pace,...

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    notes from the camino: hola, milton

    by  • May 30, 2014 • Camino • 1 Comment


    Each day of our walk on the Camino de Santiago has had its own personality. Day One was an adventure: we were starting out on something new in a place we did not know. Day Two was a climb: the first nine miles of our day were uphill and presented quite a challenge. Day...

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    notes from the camino: following along . . .

    by  • May 29, 2014 • Camino • 1 Comment


    Today was our third day walking on the Camino de Santiago. We have now walked more days than we have left to walk; we have spent more days in Spain than we have left to spend. The mist that traveled with us yesterday turned into rain overnight and stayed with us as we began...

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    notes from the camino: thinking small

    by  • May 28, 2014 • Camino, time • 2 Comments


    We began our second morning walking down the hill from our hotel in Portamarin to cross the river and continue our trek towards Santiago de Compostela. It was the last time we went downhill for several hours. The rain clouds above us felt more impending than threatening. The cool mist of the morning was...

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