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Audacity


It’s audacious
Hubristic, really
To think these words
A silly spackle of thought
Might, maybe, change things
Dampen a bit of rage
Create a little love
Maybe, just maybe,
My audacity might
Bear fruit
Hope echoes
Within

Dreams of the open road

Once I dreamt 

Of the open road’s

Mysteries and delights

Envisioning freedom

And escape, adventures

The discovery of myself

Now I see

Cold nights 

Buried in blankets

Fog inside on windows

Surf’s call outside and loud 

This evening’s walk

A rather warm evening for the end of November. I walked off a few of the feast’s calories, peering at the stars through Seattle’s clouds. 

A Thanksgiving Haiku For You

Grace in gratitude

The humbleness of our spirit

Thanksgiving’s healing



I hope each end every one of you felt blessed and loved today…and on all days.

Sometimes I wonder

I wonder if I would’ve resisted the Nazis had I lived in WWII Germany. Would I have been able to resist my fears, of the ever present Gestapo.

Do you think you would’ve risked your life?

Opened Eyes

I always seek clarity. Often, the more I seek, the less I find.

Once I sketched a lot. Just little things. But the habit waned. A friend’s challenge got me open my sketchbooks again. I’ll rebirth this part of myself.

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