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A tree was bent, but not for the reasons thought - it wasn’t made by a native tying a knot. It was made as an older tree fell into the...

Aspiration painting by Robert Arthur Wilson What do conservation, history, and photography have in common with one another? When one...

The woods are vast, deep, and dark. The wind blows hurriedly through the trees. The branches respond with crackling bark - in communion...

Death challenged my being alive and stunned me into an artificial sleep. And when I awoke in my drive, my cuts and bruises were far too...

Her castle, impregnable. Her moat most immense. Her gates adamantine. A brilliant defense. Against friend or foe, ally or invader, her...

Looking towards the mountains far brightened by a distant star they thought of all that they had seen Where they'd gone Where they'd been...

An enigma of the past origins unknown darkness backwards vast A seed becomes full grown References of a ghost with all certitude gone yet...

The moon is high. We sail to chance - our lives entwined, We dance, we dance. The wind is brisk, to port we go. The Admiral’s call -...

The trees are past their peak - The season's drawing nearer as our mountain creek flows into a mirror. A chill is in the air - the scent...

Looking towards the mountains north He felt a rush of air burst forth A bird called him from its nest Jocular and free, and filled with...

Hear ye, Hear ye! All lads and lasses, some words come fast, others like molasses. Something which always fills me with zest, has burst...

A new year has begun and the weather is cold. A spider’s web has been spun and the sunset is gold. The trees stand barren, devoid of...

The word is out. Haven’t you heard? No one hardly speaks a word. Is it my business or is it not? It doesn’t matter, as long as I’ve...

B eside branch and leaf, a convergence of streams meanders beneath, Their ancestor’s dreams. And I bathed in song Listen to her whispered...

I had posted my poem on Reddit, asking for a critique, and much to my surprise, someone composed a song for piano and vocal for my poem. ...

There was a time when I used to believe I had faith in my future and passionate dreams There was a time when I thought I could be...

Depression descends like an obsidian cloud a black hole from which nothing escapes. No happiness, hope, or lights are allowed. while...

Self-explanatory Love wins. Exhaustion dominates. Entropy underlies everything. Decay and rebirth. Renaissance. Gravity Rules via...

She is the closest I've considered to be everything. Each part of her, each petal colored differently than the next, shaped unlike every...

A short poem about my favorite season Fallen leaves rustle at my feet: Orange and yellow, Moss and peat, Babbling brooks, Rocks and...