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Simplicity

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The Alpaca Farm

There is a mouse in the house. Louise screamed and bolted herself in her room. Molly the white cat cried to come in. We let Kitten have free roam of the house at night. You could hear her running and leaping, sliding across the old wood floor. It's been two nights now. Kitten makes acrobatic sounds in the middle of the night, the mouse must be fast.

This morning the sky was filled with light. Even now it butters the fields. The alpacas blink and watch me open the nesting box door, two eggs lie in the straw. I make oatmeal to thank the hens.

Here are a few photos from this morning. Enjoy!

Anonymous

in celebration of birth

Today, fifty-some years ago, twenty four how I feel, millions the age of my spirit, I was pushing my elbow into my mother, trying to make a little more space, and sighed, the sigh an unborn baby does without air, kind of like a hiccup into water, all silent, soft movements, and I thought the thoughts of unthinking, before words came one by one to crowd a new fresh brain, and I readied to flow downstream into my new life. Into my mother's arms, my father's embrace, into the air, the loudness. Into the land of corners and hard surfaces. And I would always seek oceans and rivers, I would return over and over to songs of water for my hungry ears.

Here I am on the alpaca farm, driving daily along Patterson Creek, to the Snoqualmie and Raging Rivers at Fall City, up the long hill to the Falls, through Snoqualmie and into North Bend. All these rivers. They are my sisters. My mother. I watch the light from the broad sky bend down, it shimmers on wet pavement, streaks across the water. Warms my face.

Here's to life. Thank you for being here with me.

for my daughters Heather & Kelsey

T.L. Stokes

Flood Water Photography - the Blog

I want to introduce you to a new up and coming blog titled: Flood Water Photography. Photographs from around Fall City, Snoqualmie, North Bend and outlying areas as well as periodic comments and contemporary poetry. Floodwaterphotography.blogspot.com

Before Summer Comes

And in the last gold tongues
falling from the open mouth
of the ridge,

shuffled into shades
of deepening black,

sun, the cloaked thief,
leaves

with eyes turning away from
us beggars--

always clambering
for warmth--

never happy to have
our light stolen.

The Addiction for Mermaids

Oh beloved,
I lay naked under the sea
contently kelp-anchored
and serene.

Oh beloved,
you call on each and every wave
frothy and young,
erect

in the wind of my memory.

I swim once a year for a season
wearing rust and red
on my silver breasts,
my tail flashing like teeth.

Oh beloved,
you throw lines hopeful
to entice a fight,
one glimpse

of my rare back
in the morning as the sun
heaves into town.

Oh beloved,
will you drift in a red or green boat
all day, sitting or standing,
murmuring prayers

you won't allow
any others to hear?
I hear the bass notes

as they fall like small black stones,
voiceless
and vibrating into my bedroom.

I am not hungry
you understand,
I do not seek you

and only if you chance
the right place,
perfect time

with a hoax
of color and feather
it dawns on me

to bite.





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