Poetry
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Cold Mornings
On days like today, I stand like a kid,arms spread wide looking up into the snowcoming down onto me and think about howyou used to…
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What I Mean by Thank You
What I mean is that you gave me how to lookat the forest. What I mean is that we couldwalk a trail silent, and on…
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God in a Beech Tree
I speak to you like you can hear me.I say, “Jesus, that beech tree’s going to fallover isn’t it.” The tree in that wallof wind…
Articles and Prose
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A Collection of Sculptures
The purpose of my artwork is to invoke an awakening of the sensual. Stimulating a perceptual, internal, and intellectual response for the viewer: a visual…
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Unabated Wildfires Within Maples
Morphologies emerge in variable ways, Protruding through space and time, Yielding multifarious mazes.
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Photo Essays
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All the beauty and all the violence
By Richard Solomon
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thermodynamics (“the intrusion of Gaia”)
By marion eames white
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Instruction of Amenemope
By Julia Soule
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magtiis ka!
By Alexandra Jade Gracia
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carrying fire
By Emily Schlickman
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Farm Journal July 2025
By Angie Fike