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Tag: Peace
January Visitors
Hello my friends, so far I’m having a nice winter. Nothing too crazy, not too cold, not too wet, just peaceful. I am content. I spend a fair amount of time watching the wildlife and just nature in general. It is often my source… Continue Reading “January Visitors”
It Is Enough
I am dark shadows and tear-stained cheeks. I am bursting laughter and bruised hips. I am a brooding damp fog and twisted smiles. I am tormented memories and soft silk. I am covered in anguish and measured lines. I am tracing and repeating and… Continue Reading “It Is Enough”
Icy Cold
It’s been winter cold, though not extremely so, which means shorter jaunts outside… particularly when the wind is blowing. A quick walk down the beach to shoot a few photos, face/hands/legs numb, but it was worth it! Stay warm! tara caribou | ©2023 all… Continue Reading “Icy Cold”
Forty Years
Your name rests upon my lipsGentle and delicateAnd completely at homeBreathing out, you become a whisperBreathing in, you intoxicate meWhispers and heady rushes cascadeAcross my skinI’ve become alive and realSwallowing you, my belly swellsFor you are my manna and sweet honeyI am completely satisfied… Continue Reading “Forty Years”
A Mere Pause
a leaf, red, lifts, stirs my imaginationautumn winds dance, then growing, railbitter and without boundarysomething prickles my cheekthe icy breath of winter waitslooking east, the sun hesitatesI smile, wrap my scarf tightera mere pause before the storm tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by… Continue Reading “A Mere Pause”
Entrenched
Every dusky evening I slip slip slip deeper, fuller, further, entrenched in your loveWarm hands on shimmering skinYour arms encircle, a ring of stars twirling tightening flowing around my waistI sighYou whisper, breathe across my neck, alabaster, I stretchWe fit together, beside, over and… Continue Reading “Entrenched”
Wild Untamable Moments
In a world of sticks and stones, wet and cold, wild, untamable, unreachable yet available, always ready, teachable moments, A strand of bull kelp lies helpless on the sand, a gull’s stern look, thirty-seven King Salmon circling in the fish wheel, we release twenty-five… Continue Reading “Wild Untamable Moments”
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