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Darkness always births the light. There is no insanitywithout surfacing reason. Apathy can give way toconviction and action.Remind me. There is no suppression without eventual...

Where we standwhat we eatthe atoms of our soul        everything we see was all made from the hearts of distant supernovaethat exploded...

Jamie got drunk on a cold night, slept outside, and didn’t protect his feet. He limps into the shelter, leaning on chairs for support, sleeps on a...

Renga: The first snowflake falls Bushes wear cozy white hats Winter has arrived. Remember Autumn’s warm breeze, I’d love to go back there, please. Haiku: Black wind breaks the sky; Fiery breath...

There is a line in the sun As the crack in an egg I am wandering the interstate Walking on tired legs With dreams as diesel gasoline A glow...

When I was a rock     I knew patience     and slowly,     my sharp edges     became smooth While tree     I knew squirrels,    ...

Imagine being free from technology Listening to wind borne symphonies And the silence of shadows Listen.   Kristen Marshall is an artist, writer and a founding member of Boulder Rights...

tea leaves spell out my thursday blues my mother calls it restless mind.  Plastic tulips sit on my nightstand so that at least one thing is timeless  every morning the sun sinks into my chambers invitation...

Sunlight’s fingered rays reaching through the clouds tired of being cold I turn my eyes toward the deep blue skies yearning to break free from this Santa Fe world there is...

Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...

4 wallsSurrounded and safe like a fly in a cupConfused and lost beyond wordsA hideous reminder of what we could be.Had we taken that...

The robins flutter-bathed cautiously around me. I on the lounge, I laid with my book. The wrens fluster-sung to my proximity. The chicks demand-chirped from their nook inside...