Tag Archives: Mindworks

This Should Be More About Me

  I realized this morning that I hadn’t just written about my life in a while, and it seems as though when I ignore that aspect of my writing, I begin to lose track of the flow of my life. … Continue reading →

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Art in Nature/ Andy Goldsworthy

I remember days losing myself in arranging rocks and driftwood on a beach, or weaving with plant stems, building river stone dams just to see what the materials and space and my body could make. Just to truly be in … Continue reading →

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A Quote, A Bit of New Story, and A Dream Haiku

“The important arguments are the ones you have with yourself.” William Butler Yeats Out In the Rain Minter stood in the rain. The gate in front of her was closed, iron bars set like pain against the green garden inside. … Continue reading →

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Running into The Future

The jibber-jabber of hidden teeth Sketched on the wall of a bright winter day Has led them all away Into a land where nothing stays. I lay on the sidewalk, A sucked and spat out Cherry pit, With still some … Continue reading →

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A Walk with the Dog

We reach the top of the little hill through the muddy forest suddenly noticing the heron still, silhouetted by the green-brown pool reflecting the sun the “croaaak” of a frog echoes. At my intake of breath shadow wings spread pushing … Continue reading →

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