Category: travel
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Another 7×7 poem February Sunset Heater blasting hottest air seat warmer radiating— knuckles whiten on the wheel as Neptune’s tail lashes hard; it is three degrees below— my heart catches fire watching this sunset through driving snow.
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the start of a poem: driving home from Indiana sunset blazing an orange goodbye contrails crisscrossing the deepening sky speeding through billows of dust from the seed corn being processed by harvesters crawling the darkening fields Pendleton, Eden, Maxwell, tiny towns brick houses, bonfires blazing in…
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If you’re from the Midwest, it’s hard to imagine the colors at Ghost Ranch. Even if you’ve seen Georgia O’Keefe’s paintings and dozens of beautiful photographs. My Ohio home, lush as it is, looks faded in comparison, dully monochromatic. I feel like I’ve been colorblind until now, and am suddenly cured. New Mexico is red-orange…
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“It is all very beautiful and magical here–a quality which cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake it into you. The skies and land are so enormous, and the detail so precise and exquisite that wherever you are you are isolated in a glowing…
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