american poetry
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Mystery
i am swept up in graceNo longer myself but a vision I once hadbriefly a flash of light you created anewthe stars knowas does all of creation that you move among us soundlessly the gardener in his garden pronouncing everything goodyou are the artist painting rainbows across the sky the blue jay brushes against the… Continue reading
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spirit and decline
beautiful, like the northern lights not long for this world, weaving and undulating in the night we danced each moment a memory as the realest things are, pouring through my fingers liquid fire and ice a light in the darkness, a candle flickering, green and yellow wanagi wacipi I would follow the lighted pathway, if… Continue reading
About Me
poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide
Diary of an American 