The Tao of Word 8
Standing on my lap, this eagle
looks at me with childlike searching.
Talons faintly stroke my face
as if observing each expressive
curvature or cranial
horizon. Eyes the depth of sunlight
break into my own. Vision
sharper than the edge of love
itself is soaring through my bones.
~Feugill Poirier 2008
THE SHAPE OF THE WIND
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We are almost at the end of the season of autumn according to the old Hokku
Calendar. Halloween marks the end for us — and also the beginning of
winter. So...
2 days ago
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