Internal Geography

Thank you to everyone reading from more than fifty countries. This blog has always been about the inner world — the storms, the deserts, the caves, the oceans we carry inside us. Wherever you’re reading from, I invite you to walk these inner landscapes with me and share in the journey they reveal. If you’ve…

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Quiet words spoke by aged voice, Lulling conversation through, Lilac fields blooming poppy, Filling dreams as Dorothy sleeps, Inside, fantasy blends temporal fields of reality, Fingers wrap axe handle mightly, Straw stuffs itself methodically, Fur dashes fearfully, Dress steps, dancing perfect golden steps, Green clouds fog vision, Enhanced sleep takes mighty to ground, Tornado twists,…

Poppy

The poppy seed child, Lay her seed, There she lay, Under mid-afternoon sun, Water can in hand, Sun hat a drift on the breeze, Blowing her seed across the field, To lay and land and grow. As she grew older, The pavers came, Laying brick upon brick, Of yellow solid gold, Leading to the far…