Author: Michael

The Function of Fir Trees

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Poetry

A line of fir trees have taken up watch, wooden and resolute, their tips a Gaussian congregation of navy black steeples hung upon a night sky so clear and cold you remember what it’s like to open your door and venture out into an endless, moaning whistle that has frozen into place. The trees– they are like loaded questions, sentries of the borealis pantomiming secrets you can guess at if you pay attention to the way their […]

Our Quantum Heart

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Course Ideas / Poetry

What we are… is invisible, alive, dancing— an incandescence of possibilities whirling through the dark, flickering— always one step ahead of the pin— from one instant to the next, traversing chasms between worlds, discarding moments that flutter softly to the ground like feathers pinched in the closing doors of our fractured timelines. What we are… is immobile but forever growing, forever reaching out, fruit-bearing and branched, a tree whose upper-and-lower, inner-and-outer limbs snake through the […]

The Green Light

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Poetry

I was weaving my way through the desert, trailing just behind them, warmed by their presence, soaking in their words– a particle being carried across the sea by a raft of delicious intelligence. I came into a violent world, the first said. I came into a world without a future– a world on the brink, a world on fire, a world outflanked by death… God “the Father” was this idea I came up with. Alone […]

I’m Not Big on Conspiracies, But…

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Poetry

I’m not big on conspiracy theories, but, man when your heart becomes a field of grinning beings pulling rubies out of a passed hat and, there that goddamned magnificent moon is staring you down with a pregnant candor that makes rocks moan in their sockets and try to sneak you answers to the question of your existence, and all this with the whole domed sky watching, I do grant you there’s a certain bald logic to keeping on […]

Dust

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Poetry

A film lies over the world, a distortive coating– a difficulty that has been sprinkled throughout the realm. Somehow we let the powder escape from the bag: the dust that causes permanence to fracture and dissemble into half-lives, the dust that causes recognition to thicken and cloud into obscurity. The wind blew it in all directions. Now everything is a strange, skewed cinema of what it once was. Now fading has become natural, and youth […]

We Are That…

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Poetry

Everywhere you look, everywhere your gaze lands, there the angels, carpenters, playwrights and arborists, bus drivers, tanners, rain-makers and silversmiths populate the invisible, dashing into position at the end of your glance, blossoming from time and space wherever your vision rests, hidden but present inside your every view like the blood in your own hand, just out of sight, just behind the world as it seems to be, just giving a bit of color to the […]

A Few Stories By the Fire

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Fiction

I am ever grateful to you who have given of your valuable time this year to lend the gift of your presence, and to share a moment or two with me here by the fire.  As a token of my heartfelt appreciation I have posted two new stories on the Fiction page today.  They are intended as gifts to you, and I hope if time and desire present themselves in equal measure, that you enjoy them.  I further […]

The Gifts of 2014

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Course Ideas / Creative

This post is part of a series of posts written by several bloggers in answer to the Blog Challenge hosted by Linda Litebeing, and I thought it would be a great way to look back upon the last year.  The warmth of the holiday season has provided a nice envelope of peace and cheer from which to reflect on a year that, as Linda pointed out in her invitation, has not been without challenges.  And yet so […]

Savoring the View Through a Single Pixel

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Christ / Course Ideas

The last half of this year, and the last two months in particular, have reduced the aperture of my life down to such a tight radius that I feel as though I’ve been scanning the field of experience and possibility one dim pixel at a time.  There’s not much plot to derive from such a view– not much context or depth with which to work.  Day and night are shades of brightness, but little more. […]

Choking on Gristled Thoughts

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Poetry

Sometimes Life is like you’re standing on a crowded street, oblivious to everything but a chunk of gristle encrusted steak of an idea of who you should be being that you’re politely chewing for years on end– years and years and years, utterly distracted, like it’s an antidote, like you’re a cat encumbered by a wad of something gooey and medicinal the vet jammed deep in your cheek just out of reach of the jawbone’s […]