the bridge was made of wood & stone
admired by the fauna of the day
construction lasting from
equinox to equinox
having lost the lives of many
beneath the golden span
stories evolved generationally
legends of dragons & trolls & billy goats
[taking their turn over time]
preserving all lost souls buried there
april two thousand twenty-four
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the winds swept in
brought with it fire & rain
burning all the evidence
and washing it all away
nobody was left
to pick up the pieces
and over time it became
a place that may have existed
it is said a certain energy
resides inside such uncertainty
transiting in & out of memory
like souls lost in the woods
september two thousand twenty-three
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Cutting the whitethorn
inside a fairy fort
was much like committing suicide
and over time it became
common knowledge
much like finding a pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow
Magic of the druids
resided inside the ringforts
and anyone attempting
to penetrate the perimeter
between the morning hours
of one to five
were unlikely to leave
The Lios alive
june two thousand twenty-three
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we heard about the impending frost
and so we waited
paralyzed in our own tracks as they say
suddenly afraid to venture away from shelter
wondering what on earth needs watering
the impending doom is measured
by fluctuations in the free trade markets
gurus foolishly focused on their crystal balls
today all wine and roses
tomorrow’s clouds looking like flying monkeys
impending death & taxes matters not
we all know life goes on in one shape or form
& despite interruptions
the fog of uncertainty will one day be lifted
some of us fortunate enough to retell the tale
may two thousand twenty
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we’ve been here before
admiring this land of possibilities
minefields once again restored back to
their original condition
long before anyone ever set eye or foot
colorful fields described by word of mouth
to those who had no idea such beauty
existed in this contradictory world
descriptions eventually voice recorded
illustrated onto rock and paper and cloud
made especially for generations yet to come
october two thousand nineteen
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they huddle around the fire
the little ones in front
wrapped in animal hides
and mesmerized by the flames
black and bedazzled
is the sky
spotlighting
exhalations of storytellers
reading from unwritten books
soundless nights accentuate
the reality of dreams
projecting and protecting
the history of a people
at one with the earth
december two thousand sixteen
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