Red Dirt Update

Forgot to mention, but in the midst of working on my poetry chapbook for Poetic Asides, I also submitted a flash fiction story and a poem for consideration to the Red Dirt Anthology.  Haven't heard anything yet, but keeping my fingers crossed.

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Sacred Moments

Thank you for the moments,
the life lived within a minute;
little snippets of time, holding
reflections, a world within each

stroke of time, within a grain
of sand upon the shore,
a life lived within the beat
of a bird’s wing, or a heart.

Holding each moment
close to the heart, warming,
sunlight illuminating water,
water whispering over stones,

telling secrets of eons past;
the secrets within each family;
A drop of rain refracting
the world, a world of dreams.

Emotional outpouring, a single
blade of grass heralds the spring;
a sea of green rippling in the breeze,
washing the shore, sandstone

outcroppings reaching for sky,
a blue-fire sky searing the eyes,
eyes that seek the light, finding
the sacred in each moment.

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Dreaming Down the Day

It begins
as a spattering of red like prickling
blood across the fabric of sky

streaks, sometimes angry,
sometimes washed soft

continues
with purple-blue flares developing
into sheets that envelop the bowl above

as the sun traverses the ladder downward
passing night crawling up stealthily,

an assassin
that overtakes, swallowing
the light, until the world consists

only of shadows painted blue and black
punctuated by man-lights gleaming boldly,

a cry
against the night, a feeble attempt
to stave off the darkness, the nightmare unnamed,

until all fades
and dreaming down the day is done


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