Sep 21
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Above The Radar, Burlington VT

An amazing mural done by 30+ local graffiti artists, down by the Lake Champlain Ferry on the Waterfront in Burlington! I totally recommend checking it out! It is very cool to see messages and ideas conveyed through creation and left up for interpretation through art, very powerfully pushing to expand and grow our society.
 
Sep 21
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An Ode to the Apples

Dearest Apples,
The rulers of all fruit,
every autumn you grace us with your appearance,
and we hold gratitude as abundant as you are
in our big Vermont hearts.
Mine maybe holds more gratitude than most.
I'm not quite sure you realize what you mean to me.
Oh, apple, my first word.
You have been there since the beginning,
since I was just a seedling.
And as I grew, 
I marked each passing year 
with a trip to no other heaven 
than the apple orchard 
on my birthday.
First thing I would go on the giant swing
and fly through the crisp, fall air
knowing I was going to be on top of the world
for the next four hours.
I clambered through mounds of scratchy hay
and ate cider donuts while the bees buzzed around
all of the sugar that had fallen into my lap.
But the best part of all
was when we would set out with big empty bags
and bursting hearts.
Sep 20
poem 4 comments challenge: Peace
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Beautiful

You may accept her as she is,
for she is fully whole as she dances among the flowers.
She tied her ribbons around herself
that stream and twirl no matter 
if the wind may happen to be blowing.
She is her perfections, 
and her flaws, 
all garnished with rainbow ties.
Her grace is that of the wind.
It may shift or stumble,
but all love it for what it is.
She knows that whether she is received the same way
is irrelevant.
The sunlight shines upon her petals,
and she provides the magnifying glass
to kindle it into a flame.
Her courage is infinite,
for now she may remain completely vulnerable,
but she is
unbreakable.
Her vase may shatter,
but her soul of handpicked flowers
cannot.
Her peace is as endless as the oceans,
for she holds the burning flame,
and as she lets her light shine,
she gives others
an ember
to do
the same.
Sep 12
fiction 2 comments challenge: Cows
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A Conversation Between Two Cows

How goes it?
Alright, it was pretty hot today.
Yeah, that's why I came to join you in the barn.
Maybe it'll be cooler tommorow.
I hope so, for everyone else's sake. Not for us though.
Oh yeah, right. Tommorow's the day...


It's so nice, though, in the fall, when it's cool and you can feel the wind on your hide...
And the breeze blows the flies away...
Aw yeah, that's nice. Life is pretty good.
It's too bad it's so short.
Yeah, I can't believe it ends tommorow...


Remember that time we went outside at night?
You mean, yesterday?
Yeah. It was all cool, cause the sun had gone down, and the chickens weren't out?
You could look up and the moon was shining, and you could hear the crickets.
Wanna go out now?
Sep 11
fiction 1 comment challenge: Sky
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Muted Dusk Sky

Sep 10
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Coincidence

I wonder 
If it is all just a coincidence,
A random roll of the dice of fate.
But I think the mother knows
that those dice aren't shaken up, tossed,
and let roll around until they settle on whatever earth-shattering reality.
No, she can see the giants,
etched with armor in their defined six-packs,
light with the false freedom of their Nike sneakers,
and the disguise of oblivion in their bright red Beats.
Their greedy fingers outstretched-
time slows.
The dice bounce up off the table,
and hang in midair, 
stopped in their flight. 
The beat drops in the music blasting from the giants headphones,
and the dice fall
Straight into the giants flattened palm.
Like the jaws of a snake, 
his fingers wrap around the dice.
They are in his tightly clenched fist, the icon of power.
But now, the people on the sidewalk stop.
They look up from their i-phones, 
Aug 21
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Find

I want to find you
I figure it must inevitably happen
For we were made for eachother

I want to find you
Otherwise my soul will remain forever incomplete
Half of a tree with it's leaves on fire

I want to find you
So that we can stand upon the platform 
Raising our interlocked hands up 

I want to find you
To sit back to back
Braced for the impact of whatever is thrown our way

I want to find you
I will never feel alone in the huge crowd of people
But there are so many

I hope I find you
 
Jul 10
fiction 2 comments challenge: Movie
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The Movie of My Life

If someone were to take a camera, 
peer through the shutter-snapping lens into my life,
they would see fourteen years of footage filled with 
moments of
everyday routine Just move on already!
embarassing cover your eyes, what the hell is she doing? Stop. Stop!!!
awkward slap your knee in frustration just do: ( ____ insert thing here) Please?!

Sure, there are times of what I know would be labeled as "Glory Moment" in a movie.
A girl on a polished wooden stage, shaking hands with the tux-clad principal, accpeting an award,
Up front before a band blasting music dancing on green grass packed with people,
And swaying on a dance floor filled with lights, her hands on the boy in front of her's shoulders, his on her waist.

Now those sound great, I know. But those "Glory Moments," they're just words. Cause I can tell you:
Jun 26
fiction 1 comment challenge: Waves
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Remain

Alone on the beach, she watched the waves, cresting, crashing, and then returning to the ocean anew.

The woman stood vigilant on a deserted beach, her feet shoulder-length apart and her hands on her hips.
Her skin was splattered with dollops of imperfections, courtesy of the sun that now cowered behind the clouds that were exactly the same shade of dusky gray as the woman's unruly afro.
Her lined feet were equipped with the jagged toenails that one can only acheive after decades of scrambling upon the shoulders of the fallen giants that remained as a mountain of boulders.
Those toenails now dug into the grainy sand with force enough to make colonies of rigged veins stand out on every inch of her body.
Worn wrinkles and defined muscles clashed upon the dark background of her skin, so akin to the lightning that now wreaked it's havoc upon the sky.

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