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		<title>Snow Snow Snow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My mind is full of snow.
Air turns soft with feathered light&#8211;
ten thousand stars falling to earth,
a nest of dreams in winter down,
nothing but stillness
    and a heart hushed with wonder. 
 .
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		<title>Heart</title>
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Little wild song bird,
love is not a cage
but a nest
to which you return
day after day.
.
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		<title>Tattoo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Elvis Barukcic/AFP/Getty Images

Your touch
is like pen to paper
indelible on my skin,
a language of belonging
pressed deep into cells
and soul,
tattoo
forever marking me
as loved.
_

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		<title>Appalachian Native</title>
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Into the Appalachian wilderness,
no rules but the rule of the wild,
no god but the god of presence.
My nest is amidst dead leaves
where-ever I stop for sleep,
wandering all day to feed on nuts,
bitter fruit and sweet mountain waters.
Shedding my shell,
shedding the shackles of all I thought I knew
here the human creature
sinks back into the soil,
merging into [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Summer Hunt</title>
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Humid air comes rolling in,
hair-curling moisture,
fine dew upon my  face,
inhaling the scents of
another world
a summer world
a  world heavily pregnant
amidst dark forest floors.
I have  walked this world
every year
hunting for the hooded one
the hidden one
his name  unnamable
save by midsummer trees.
Humidity makes me drowsy,
mind  falling to the ground
under a stupor of heat
panting, licking [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Breathing Towards Birth</title>
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Wind,
strong wind,
tell me,
are you
my true nature? &#8211;
my heart dispersing
like pollen
on the breeze
and every thought
a flutter,
leaves at evening
even my body
this earthen animal thing
bending
unbending
to the currents
as here
the invisible
becomes
visible
swelling up,
lungs, a balloon,
the full bull frog throat,
I am swollen with spirit
and feel as though I might explode
and in the same
moment
of fullness,
tension,
expansion,
the exhale arrives,
emptiness,
space,
a void unfurled.
I am not &#8230;
yet I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Cure Lies in the Curse</title>
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I am Lot&#8217;s wife
having looked back
became a frozen stone,
a statue of salt,
but now
having stood all these years
with the rain and the desert storms
and the world dropping down
to the ground,
my rigid silence
dissolves into tears.
This has demanded time
and the sure-rhythmed seasons of life
to cast my eyes forward again,
knowing that release is
the eventual way of all things.
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		<title>Following Bouyancy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Naked in the Eno,
hot day,
sun beating sideways on
silver ripples,
pale green leaves,
turtles toasting their shells
while I toast my pale skin
beneath the yellow eye.
Tufted titmouse and chickadee calling,
the slightest breeze kissing
my vulnerability.
Skeeter bugs skate on the river surface,
purple violets and spring beauty blossoms
crowding the river edge.
Oh&#8211;
&#8220;Follow  your bliss,&#8221; the wise men say.
My bliss is out here,
squidging [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carolina Spring</title>
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Four years
since I saw a Carolina spring,
Four  years
since I saw the dogwood in bridal white
next to the  redbud tree, and woodland drifts of
daffodils perfuming the air with  honey while
wild wisteria hangs like Dionysian fruit,
intoxicating the senses,  heaven-on-earth.
Four years
since I kissed the faces of  field pansies,
fingers aroused by  mouse tail [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Waking After The Storm</title>
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Morning after rain,
Earth rests in reverie,
Soaking up jeweled silence.
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