Photography
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Obliquity 1
"I'm sorry to tell you this,"the doctor said,white-cloaked,peering over his half-glasses,holding his laptop openbut turned toward me so I could see the screen."Here," he pointed,"this mass, these tendrils…" The image looked to melike an amorphous, gray blur. "This is obliquity…as… Continue reading
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Yet More Titles Waiting for Their Poems
Present, Tense The Cat with Faux Paws Crazy for Au Jus Theirs Was But a Brief Engorgement Gradual Enlardment (Oblesity) That Which Keeps Me Going Soaring above My Grandfather's Garden From Infatuated to Outfatuated Given Enough Rope Have a Glorious… Continue reading
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Job 3
Many years laterin an unexpected moment of divine candor(seated at the fire,sharing a glass of ruby port),God opened up to Job: "What I really wantedwas for you to yell,'Enough!Enough taking! Enough destroying!Enough pain! Enough loss!'I wanted you to be more… Continue reading
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Truth
There is the truth we need todayto stay the course, to find our way.Tomorrow's truth may vary some;we cannot know the truth to come. What's true today is meant to bebut truth enough, the truth to seeus through this current… Continue reading
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Namaste
"Namaste":this simple Sanskrit greetingboth opened and closed our yoga class.I was told it meant,"The divine in mewelcomes the divine in you,"a sentiment I experienced then and honor now. In the years since,I've discerned there are many ways of understanding "Namaste,"just… Continue reading
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Grieving and Receiving
Grieving, believing, receiving. Or maybe not:perhaps it's grieving, receiving, believing. Or possibly it's simply this:grieving and receiving. Shall the believing be optional? Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Go Gracefully
Go gracefullylike the heron risingfrom the mirrorof its cypress-rimmed pond,with two languid flapsof its wide, white wings–once, twice, away–toes briefly trailing parallel linesin the breathless, calm waterwhere early bronze sunlightripples, spreads and returns to stillness. Text and image © 2011… Continue reading
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The Point
It's the kneading of the dough,not the bread;the taking of the pictures,not the photos in the frames;the working out,not the body buff and toned. It's the life lived in love,not the silver ticket to heaven. Text, image and audio ©… Continue reading
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The Boy
The boystretches across his bednaked;the day has not yet cooled,but the wind, though warm,evaporates the moisture from his arms and chest,and this is good. He always listens when the the wind speaks,sometimes inviting him to play,sometimes warning of danger,sometimes telling… Continue reading
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Must Be the Wind
Adam suddenly announced:"I don't believe in you." Bewildered, God looked around."But I'm right here!That's like saying you don't believe in your hand…or this chair…or sunshine!" "Body parts, furniture and weatherdemand nothing of me;you do.Therefore I choose not to believe." [Cue… Continue reading