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Under the Old Oak
It rose up quiet, overnight no fanfare, no permission asked, just a slow push through the dark and then: a standing thing. Beneath the great tree…
Poetry
Poetry and reflections on poems, collected in Benjamin Foskey’s journal.
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Trade Forever
“Trade Forever” The day leans gold across the cooling lawn, and every window catches fire like the last frame of a music video you never wanted t…
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Evenstar
I was watchin the sky monday night and "realized" (thanks google) the bright star next to the slight waxing crescent moon was Venus- Fun fact, Ve…
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What Sunrise Starts
The silence now has stretched without a sign, no word to bridge the dark from here to there, yet, sunsets don't undo what sunrise starts the cycl…
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The Sea Turtle and the Bubble That Blooped
In water so wide and wiggly blue lived a small sea turtle still learning what’s true He paddled around with a flip and a glide through waving gre…
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The Present, Tense
"The Present, Tense" The chase was never beer but the whiskey definitely drowned, really, it was the moment someone picked me. That cocktail mixe…
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Imbolc
I stop lying to myself about what is going to grow. I gave attention to ideas, to silence I dressed up as meaning, to absence I called potential.…
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Winter Solstice
I will keep the flame, not blaze it. I will endure the dark without fleeing it. I will remember what matters when nothing grows. Winter Solstice.
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Ab-Un-Dance: A Dance with the Divine
I. Before the ledger, before the word for mine, there was only the syllable that holds the world: Ab the sound a child makes when the arms it tru…
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Paradox of the Soul?
Look. Don't touch, lest temptation's fire ignite, A gaze that lingers, yet refrains from the bite. Breathe deep, but shun the nose's common way, …
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The Story We’re Reading
The Story We're Reading Time isn't just a clock ticking it's a place we move through, like walking down a hallway where all the rooms exist at on…
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Somewhere Past Rivendell
somewhere past rivendell i’m somewhere past Rivendell boots cracked, heart louder than the wind. the road ain’t magic anymore… just mud, and ston…
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Recognition
: What if today holds the answers to the prayers of ten years past- and I can’t even recognize it? I begged for peace, and then called it boredom…
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Ashes of Midnight
- LOVE Oh, to love- or to be loved- what triumph that would be: for one soul to dance and set another free. What songs we'd sing, what laughter w…
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The River of Ache
It claws, it clings, it rushes, it roars. It seeps through the cracks, it breaks through the doors. It carves out your chest, yet softens the sto…
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Boussole
It trickles, it tickles, fickle as an autumn leaf. It strikes at midnight, threading joy through grief. It gnashes and gnaws like baby piranha te…
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The Path You Breathe
Let it flow. Let it go. Every road begins below. Not with maps or path ready shoes but with the silence you refuse. The sunrise doesn’t beg to te…