Tag: Poetics of Place
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Apple Blossoms
A prose poem for the optimism of apple blossoms (and the pollinators who ensure that this beauty will bear fruit!)
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Homecoming Remix
Over the last year and a half I have scrutinized the notion of home and my personal perspective on “homeness“. I’ve discovered that the experience of homecoming is perhaps one of the best barometers for indicating where (and with whom) we feel most at home. So today I offer you a homecoming remix — a…
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Earth Day
Without being cute or hyperbolic, *every* day at Rosslyn is Earth Day. Healthy, sustainable, holistic practice — from construction and gardening to eating and personal wellness, responsible land stewardship to ecological wildlife guardianship — was fundamental to the lifestyle changes we made two decades ago when we exited life in Manhattan and started fresh on…
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Pirouettes & Silhouettes
From dancing hammocks to sunset silhouetted carriage barn and icehouse, this is a first foray toward lyric essay still germinating.
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April Sky
With an eye to the historic eclipse only two days away, let’s embrace the sometimes eerie and inauspicious energy of this powerful place. April Sky Drama darkening,a tempest threatens.Clouds brood, silence booms,preluding downpour. Lake, mountains, boathousegrow unfamiliar. Thunder growls afarechoes echoing,Valkyries vaunting. Spectacle unfolds,forebodings menace,the lake bears witness.
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Lakeside Rehab
Listen to a Rosslyn song. “Lakeside Rehab” isn’t quite the anthem in my head, but it’s a start.
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Milky Morning
A lyrical look at lakeside awakening, a groggy boathouse, and winter weather induced escapism.
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Tanglefoot Tango
A poetry flirtation among tango and two Tanglefoot counterparts. Peculiar, but provocative.
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Dawning
“Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.” — Rene Daumal Early birds enthralled with the daily matinal unshading embrace the mystery (and the wellspring of possibility that flows through it.) I know. I am one. A “morning lark” married to a “night owl”. Opposites attract. The dawning invigorates me, and the…
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Sometimes Snow
Such a privilege spending time in the snow, in the mountains, skiing with my bride and my nephews. Sometimes snow is a gentle reminder to venture outdoors with people who make us feel alive. Sometimes snow challenges plans,bumps logistics,and fiddle bowsanxietiesinto brokenshards of glass.Sometimes snowfalls thick and fastin the steep woodsday after daygentling rocksand fallen…