My Maple

The leaves on my maple start life in fragile shades of green. They tentatively unfurl pale lime, sometimes golden. They grow toward summer. Slick rubbery surfaces become verdant labs, energy pads; an alchemical mission marrying sun, dirt, and water from who knows where. Some leaves are breezy cool; blowing their rustle in bluish notes. Some are robust …

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Shot at the Sublime

Don't we all have that burning feeling deep inside of something we want to do, who we want to be? But, there's that little fear isn't there. What about ... them? We are all affected by the thoughts and feelings of those around us. And, we are all walking around in contagious states. Best to …

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