Gates

Gates

Gates : Each moment of our life is a transition A doorway into something new A passage through the North gate The mirror you look into each morning Is a glimpse into that moment Where you are looking into the mirror At yourself from yesterday or tomorrow. Say,...
Calling Eagle

Calling Eagle

She tied each feather carefully to her arms and legs Then she placed the beak-mask upon her face She combed her hair up into a nest-like mess Then she closed her eyes and she danced Until she no longer stood in the grass Rising up into the clouds where she called...
Unfelt Breeze

Unfelt Breeze

Unfelt Breeze Look through the trees at vertical shadows, dull browns mixed with bright yellows and greens, with a bright blue sky poking through above. Nothing moves. But that is deceiving. Somehow, the smell of cedar is drifting without being felt. Leaves hanging...
Author: Nate Long