have you felt a tree?

not the bark

or the fleshy inside, exposed

by trauma

have you FELT it?

the hum of the rings

echoing its strength with age

the roots, a tight grip on the earth

nourishing the base

and holding its place

the branches stretching upward

always in pursuit of more

most will physically feel

but will your soul also?


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known, seen

a busy street

rush hour, nature lurking nearby

a family of deer emerge

a father and two children

unbothered by the modern technology 

flying past, life-threatening 


father approached, an unusual distance away

frozen, I waited, breath suspended

for the inevitable frightened flee

he draws near, almost within arms reach

I thaw long enough

to reach a hand out to greet him


and though he flinched

he didn’t run

as if he knew


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the fall

“We’re more skeptical and less trusting, marred by our past and our growing knowledge of how the world will chew us up and spit us out without a thought. And so we just don’t “fall” anymore. We become comfortable. But I generally don’t do comfortable, in any sense of the word. So I’m on my island, alone. And that isn’t to say that I’m right and other people are wrong. I just wish we had more of that “fuck it” mentality and were less scared of the fall. I enjoy it.”


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