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  • At Sunset

    I stand barefootat the balcony door,looking outas evening  settles the city. Already the condo has filledwith shadows,some gray, like memory,others darker, like regret. If I am king of this castle,lord of this manor,why do I feel like a squatter,a pretender… Continue reading

  • Reverie

    She looked beyond the sink–filled with soapy water and chipped cups–out the open window to the western sky,which flamed with orange and red,like heaven itself were burning to the ground. The living-room stereodelivered the "Flower Duet"from her favorite opera, Lakmé.… Continue reading

  • Bast

    As my cat twists to groom himselfhe's backlit by the setting rays of Ra,the aura of his black fur turned to bronze–Bast bathing on a carpet of golden thread. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Victory

    "Victory is mine!"boasts the executioner,holy writ in hand:"Now I chop off your head!" "No, victory is mine,"snarls the victim,holy writ in hand:"You'll burn forever in the fires of hell!" "Victory,"says God,with undertones of irony and amusement,"is not for the one… Continue reading

  • My Heart’s Boundary

    Mapping my heart's boundary,I unearth a casket of old taboos.I place it just outside the fence,a hand-written warning taped to the lid. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • The Other Side of the Door

    the door crackslight steams throughi catch a glimpse ofinfinitydivinityglorious, hopeful possibilitya world healeda life alivehearts joinedelectrifying, cleansing, liberating connectionsourcecosmic other and sameall-filling, breath-nabbing, wonder-slamming total how to hold this?the wind tries to blow the door shutno!my goal is the far… Continue reading

  • Dreaming of Uncle Karl

    Many of the people in our lives (friends, parents, siblings, neighbors, co-workers), become archetypes with which we build meaning, the pantheon of our personal mythology, the gods and goddesses of our private Mt. Olympi. Nowhere is this clearer than in… Continue reading

  • It Was So Still Last Night

    It was so still last nightthat sitting on the beachI could feel no breezeI could see no wavesI could hear only the slightest touch of wateron sand that lay smooth and clean before me It was so quietI could hear… Continue reading