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W I T C H – H O U S E

There is a forgotten path in the middle of a ravine, where the hills rise upward and the creek runs downward, and a little house lies in between. The roots from the trees grow down to the house, the stones … Continue reading

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A Dream of Trees, Mary Oliver

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time … Continue reading

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Sam Hamill, from Four Letters to Hayden Carruth

Pilate asks, “What is love?” For which I substituted friendship, which is love unburdened by erotic passion, but informed by love’s kindliness, if not by the inevitable necessities of dialectic argument. And so I begin again— “My dear friend,” I … Continue reading

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The Lightest Touch, David H. Whyte

THE LIGHTEST TOUCH Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, it arrests the whole body, … Continue reading

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Creative Fire, Carl Jung

    The artist’s life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for two forces are at war within him  on the one hand the common human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life, and on the other a … Continue reading

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The Artist as Bear, Jane Yolen

  The Artist As Bear In the softness of the year, she follows green trails. Stands by the rush of river pulls silver fish into her mouth. Summer berries spurt between her long teeth. Wind tickles across her back. She … Continue reading

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Shapechangers in Winter

This is the Solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future, the place of caught breath –Margaret Atwood  Eating Fire

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