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uneaten cookies

I love Being by Mountains They are like  So many needed things Like a gathering Of tribal chiefs Of wise, non-attached Observers Who remain steadfast in their element  N’importe quoi qui arrive They remind me That even the Earth Can rise like cookie-dough  And resist eating  Its own baking Mountains are like the cookies That…

Stepping Up

There is a Mountain That I want to climb And for so many years I have exhausted myself Walking in circles around its base But somehow, today, something is different Maybe I’m just tired Of making myself dizzy Because today I hear a voice that says, Hey stupid! Mountains can only be climbed By stepping…

prose: unborn giants

  Unborn Giants Do you ever Feel Like you have to look up Every word you want to use? Like you no longer know What a word really Means Whether it really fits The idea in your head? Or the idea in your Heart? In what womb do ideas grow Before emerging To take shape…