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Ristra
These fresh peppers–fire-engine red and leather-supple,all youth and loudness–gather,jostling and laughing,enjoying the attention. They age,color mellowing to burgundy,skin stiffening. Relaxed now, they fall silent,awed by the heat building within,ready to release the firefor which they were bred. Young peppers flash;old… Continue reading
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Moving Forward
Is that a light I seeflickering at the end of this tunnel?Or is it the flame of yet another firewaiting to scorch and scar? I have no choice but to move forward,whatever waits. Or do I? Text and image ©… Continue reading
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You There
You, there–the one looking back from life's second half–What is it you see?What is it you know?What is it you understand? You have walked through transformational fire,and it has melted from your eyesthe clouded lensesthat keep me from seeingthe real,… Continue reading
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Balm
Our Garden of Edenis realand waits for uswithin a circleof burning fields. Reaching Paradisedemands sacrifice–a long walk through searing heat,watching our skin char and peel,smelling our blackening flesh,knowing the burn of loss. And then…the cool shade of ancient elms,the sloshing… Continue reading