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This Morning
Furnace hums;coffee mug warms hands;cat on lap chews pen. This morning,too contentto write. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Photo First #1
Nashville, April, 2013. This early morning shot is all about the "leading lines." Where does your eye land? The arch of the bridge links to the curve of the tracks, which in turn echo the curve of the river. The… Continue reading
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The Sweet Night
Morning has broken,shattering the sweet peace of night,its shards littering my bedspread, the bathroom floor, the kitchen counter. I'm sad to see morning, scattered in disarray, coming into clearer focus as light skulks about. Ah,… Continue reading
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The Doors of the World
The doors of the world–the ones between cultures,between peoples,between neighbors…who can open these? Not the arrogant.Not those who enter uninvited.Not those with hands wet and slick with blood. To open the doors of the world,one first knocks,then listens,then serves,binds wounds,cradles… Continue reading
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Gray
A scene washed with January gray:gray squirrel lurchingfrom gray stone to gray stone;gray sparrow spading through gray mulch. Yes, there are spots of muted color–pale green winter-grass,the dulled red and yellowof the lodge-like building across the courtyard,but this is spare… Continue reading
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Bird Song
5:30 in the morning.Darkness still quiets the city.I open the sliding glass door,allow the in-flow of cold air… …and bird song:Somewhere nearby,on a tentatively budding branch,a robin asserts spring's certainty, then pauses. No more? Yes, more,now down the block,repeating the… Continue reading
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Dawn in the Garden of Eden
"My first morning," she says,mostly to herself,mostly to hear her voice again. The rain has stopped.She inhales:so many scents!She can't yet sort them out,but soon she will–animal musk,wet soil,apple blossoms,her own skin… She grins with pleasure,and doing so,startles herself–her first… Continue reading