Dreams
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No Entry
What are our limits?How will we recognize them? The award-winner speaks from the platform:"If you can dream it, you can do it!" But I think of all the dreamers–including women and men I know and love–whose dreams remained unfulfilled. No… Continue reading
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Sleep
Sleep (that buoyant sea) wants me.Who am I to deny her?I close my eyesand she washes over me–within seconds I am borne away,lifted and rocked on her tide–away, away into the night… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading
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Only One Chance
You only have one chance at today–only one opportunity, soon passed, to live this single day,the 16th of February, 2012. What will you do with it?Will it be well spent?Will you have gotten from it what you could?What will you… Continue reading
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Valentine’s Day, 2012
For all of youwaiting (afraid?) to say,"I love you"to someone: You're running out of time. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Please Stand Clear
"Please stand clear of the doors,"intones the recorded voice."You are delaying the departure of this train." Oh, yea?Well, maybe I'm not ready for departure…Maybe I like this momentbetween what I'm leavingand what lies ahead…Maybe the journey wasn't my idea…Maybe I… Continue reading
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Photography
I take photos. For those with clear eyes,the opportunities are endless–skyscrapers, cemeteries, snowy landscapes… What I really seek to captureare dreams. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Woven Together
We may share joy;we most certainly sharethe warp and woofof sorrow. Our woundedness weaves us one. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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A Room for the Night
My neon flickers,but still reads VACANCY.I am a motel of emotions,hidden from the Interstate,found only when wandering back roads. Lost? Lonely?Low on funds?Leaning into your limits?There's a room for you–small, clean,with heat, hot water, genuine rest for the night. For those… Continue reading
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This Garden
This garden,hidden up the hillabove the oldest gravestones,has a gate but no fence. I enter through the gate,though it means extra stepsaround the overgrown perimeter. This gardenis lush with silver leaves–no flowers, no buds preparing to open, no dried… Continue reading
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The Light that Comes from Us
This evening,let's sit in silence as the sun sets,leave off the lamps,let the room be lit,only by the light that comes from us. As our eyes adjust,we'll discover our glowis bright enough to find our wayacross the room,down the hall,to… Continue reading