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Resister or Resistor?

Words and spelling catch my eye.  What am I?  What words do I use to express current feelings and explorations?  I see the word “resistor” on social media and it looks wrong.  I went to several dictionaries. resistor [ri-zis-ter] noun, … Continue reading

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Soul of the Northwest

  Big leaf maple,  Acer macrophyllum, leaves shine sugar coated. Alive in a hundred shades of green, I am the Northwest, soul of the planet. Catch a raindrop. Tip your chin up. Drink sky water. Splash into the lake. Mystery lies … Continue reading

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Spin the Wheel

  Summer Sister dances, a flighty faerie step, arms outstretched to the universes. She pulls down spiral threads to honor Lugh’s mother, connects webs from her fingertips along the wheel of the year, Lughnassahd to Equinox, Samhain to Yule. We … Continue reading

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POSTCARD POETRY FESTIVAL MONTH

What entices your Muse? I think of her constantly, sometimes with irritation, sometimes, pleading, most often accepting her wily ways and sense of timelessness.  She will wake me in the middle of the night with a string of words that … Continue reading

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The Words linger…

Words, odd combinations of letters, inviting the imagination, the connection between me and thee.  I lost them somewhere. They bury themselves in sand, tickle my bare feet as the tide washes out.  I miss them but the rain washes them … Continue reading

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No thanks, no resolutions, please.

Observe.  Accept.  Those are the two words I gleaned from my years as a Buddhist. Observe myself.  Ah, hah.  Therein lies the challenge.  I see the flaw of mirror, the patterns backward, playing my Fool with false promises. I know … Continue reading

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When Do You Write?

If I left it to whim–and I sometimes do–there would be long dry spells.  And sometimes there are.  I write when the Muse bonks me on the head.  She tells me to pay attention.  She insists that I grab a … Continue reading

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