See where we're at! Yes, uh, o-of course we always look this professional. We had engine issues before we got to Beaufort on the Neuse River: the exhaust riser cracked and we got delayed at Seagate Marina in North Carolina for two nights before finding a welder in Morehead City. Tripp talked to the boss … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #8 ENGINE ISSUE EDITION: The Albemarle Sound, Alligator River, and Morehead City (2/15 – 2/21)
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Trip with Tripp #4: Cape May, NJ to Norfolk, VA (2/6 – 2/7)
See where we're at! An excerpt from my written journal: February 6th, 4:00 PM ... and then the clouds over a shoreline silhouetted with trees against a golden horizon, struck through with lances of sunbeams, show that nature is indeed still capable of reaching me with its beauty. There was a new observation for me … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #4: Cape May, NJ to Norfolk, VA (2/6 – 2/7)
Poem 170.2. – A Trillium on Recovery
The second version of a poem I wrote for a friend whose mother has recently hit a month of sobriety for the first time. It's taken from a morning they told me about, including the cardinal, during a sober conversation that was a novel experience. Seemed like it needed immortalizing. The bold text are the … Continue reading Poem 170.2. – A Trillium on Recovery
171. The Cajun Chicken Sandwich
Dedicated to Anna D's in Portsmouth, Rhode Island. Written after lunch and left on the table on a piece of paper thoughtfully provided by Maya.
In February’s Yard
this tessellated silhouette of upward winding branchesa growth at Center stage, sprung up in all advantagewashed in lambent seasons by a gentle patron Suna testimonial solo to what solar thread has spunas well a Lofted stage for choral migratory birdswhose verses sound the theatre with each untranslated wordas meanings left to echo, left to echo … Continue reading In February’s Yard
“Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
In gazing even upward,I saw a cloud-sprent autumn skyPerforated nearly By the waxing lunar eye;A rainbow wrought in cirrus, Rounding perfectly and still.One hallowed image crafted Just to, momentary, lie.And in that vap'rous sheercloth,Like a veil upon the night,I sought to find some meaningIn an arc of prismed light.But soon the wind had carried allAnd … Continue reading “Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
Hermit Thought Since my own flashes of inspiration are so sporadic, I figure I'll start posting some of my favorite pieces in the spaces between original posts. I read this particular poem for the first time in my sophomore year. It was a class about poetry in Vermont, which included Kipling because he visited and … Continue reading “If” by Rudyard Kipling
Stratosphere
A pillar of light Is a wondrous sight With a sprawl vast beneath you Like bright stars at night But this tower of glass Will never surpass A flowering oak tree Or a green field of grass
Memories of Home
Sun flecked curves of water, meandering in gentle flow The noontime lance of brightness which wraps in warming glow Drifting forest whispers from the sound of wind on leaves These simple sprites of nature which run laden thoughts through sieves A wash of pattering raindrops on a roof of noisy tin And the thundering crash … Continue reading Memories of Home
On I-89
Moonlit crests of gentle mountains And soft porch lights in glens below A nestled warmth within me fountains As I greet this land, the home I know This is the joy, the quiet rapture Of drawing close, of being near A bone-deep love none else can capture Which keeps me ever turning here From snow … Continue reading On I-89
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