as the crow flies snow flies

wire-fence snow someone has fingered out graffitis

now down to ghosts my childhood

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hiding from my poem behind the clouds wolf moon

class action all covered by fresh snow

trapped without a verb rime frost

echo less valley a poem doesn’t return the call

new year day a few new resolutions at the gym

Happy New Year, Everyone. Here is a video poem, "Light heavy." The text is in the comments youtu.be/xH-RpGxaKo4

As a year is about to pass into another, I wish happiness for all. May peace prevail. Happy New Year

the aphrodisiac of immortality greed

snow banks on snow storm

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past me past me

Boxing Day a flurry of bohemian waxwings

1. coming of age potter’s wheel

reverse engineering east the side the sun rises

2nd Home Alone watching everyone crashed out

gift opening something kindles besides the fire

Happy Holidays Everyone. Stay safe and stay Happy

first hit on the butts frozen car seats

preparing for holidays first out of office

An old post from a year ago winter solstice I measure its length with insomnia

winter solstice some sands in the hour glass won’t let go

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December 5 AM waiting for snow to melt longways home even for hitchhiking

birthday party the minority of adults

weekend waiting for everyone to watch Home Alone

eclipsed by envy blood moon

myopia sometimes the opiate works

cliche how many poems to write on backyard snow

long nights building overages for my dreams

the front road gets 6 “ closer to the clouds the way through winter sliding nearer to the source

(Inspired by a dog doing something new with an old practice: FB post 12/14/25) my bad habits even the dog wakes up to unlearning

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Two hares fighting or playing tonight in the neighborhood

beginner’s bolt fired up in the head with a degree

sleeping by a volcano anger

after my ear lobes wind chill

Written just before Halloween

another cold day the poem refuses to come out

coming home all that I was missing miss me

midnight thumb prints on the screen louder