Out of earth and rock
imagination surfaces,
wants to talk in myths
science will dismiss.
We cannot deny
all senses of the eye,
how it dresses and addresses
what rises before us.
Good water, bedrock mortars—
fish flickering by firelight,
generations of good sense
secured in granite.
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great combination
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I clicked on ‘Poems from Dry Creek’ because I was interested in your writing – is that price right?
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Wow! and no. Not sure how Amazon linked to our blog, but they’re pretty proud of my work. I’ll refresh my link to Starhaven, my London publisher. Everywhere else and here on the blog under the Dry Crik Press tab, I sell ‘Poems From Dry Creek’ for $17 including S&H. P.O. Box 44320, Lemon Cove, CA 93244. Thanks for bringing this to my attention.
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I’ll be back…
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OMG! I love the poem but how the heck did you get that (trout/salmon?) to come out of that rock? You never cease to amaze me?
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Magic, man. Magic.
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