Posts tagged ‘Adventure’

November 9, 2015

Vetsch Park

cutting through
the wet knoll,
green and heavy,
here let white
steamed breath.
a blanket of
fallen leaves
under foot with
stones and sand,
droppings of
the night, unknown,
as forms and figures
danced in shadows.
at midday this
lone foraged trail
at Vetsch Park;
start to go, climb to
god’s seeing eye,
climb to Stoney Point,
back to the cross, to
the christmas star,
back around to town,
back around on
this familiar ground.

August 27, 2015

The Minnesota State Fair


July 16, 2015

An Evening in a North Forest

Loam, marrow, stone, and humus—
where open groves of pine bent in sway,
stained-wood new growth,
a green tent setup
and stretched between.

We went tearing, hard traipsing,
gutting fish at a low fire glow
near an old truck.

A sharp knife’s prick in
a valley’s deep expanse—
words far off and then gone;

neighbors chattered, birds chirped,
and the wind whistled
where we breathed in,
adjusted focus, stretched, and pulled.

It was merely coming through,
it was a mere passing chance.

It was an evening in a north forest.

June 25, 2015

The places we’ve seen (have seen us)

Motion reflected between where you are and where you will be;

Void for a shadow where you were, ever lying in wait to reconvene.

June 9, 2015

Pro Tips for Planning your Perfect Life

“If you can’t please yourself, who can?” -Ma

In the morning I start planning,
by the time I am done it is mid-afternoon.
I find that I have all things figured out,
in finding that happiness is without.
When I have specific plans completed,
seen through to fruition, I can only hope for one thing:
that I still feel as good as I do when I just open my eyes,
young, in love, and surrounded by it-
when I just walk outside—lost and uncaring,
when I do the first thing that comes to mind, even today,
now, to escape.
I hope to still feel as good as I do right now,
with no excess in what I have about me, and there, no excuses,
because none of those institutions will change anything, ever.
Not one. They only complicate and muck up straightforward.
Fuck plans. It is how you feel when you feel you in the end.
I hope to feel as good as I do when I wake up
in the morning, before I start planning.

May 21, 2014

Southern Minnesota Escape

Mother Nature’s gift,
Left the vast cityscape for unpaved ways
Longing for:
And Solace…

Darkness beyond frail eyelids
As it was in the past
Hunter-gatherer sort of habits
Time logged and lost, amassed.

We once foraged
Now we pay for licenses, and pick up trash…

And leave.

Collect wood
Make a fire
For light’s advantage
-With such a glowing desire.

Night sky bespeckled heavens’ mass,
Walking in circles on matted grass
Just to feel free,
-To feel life.

Smoke trails in our tracks
Cold comes when the blanket above has turned acutely black
Until morning dawns,
The city
The people
The hustle and bustle
The constant intention and interaction…

Out here,
Those things are all gone.

January 8, 2014

Polar Vortex Complex

Deep down in my bones I could feel the bitter cold

Unlike the weather I tried to remain positive

I could feel I wasn’t alone on this ill-tempered day.


The other commuters were as bold

Walking alone proved treacherous

I noticed this as I made my way.


Fixed we stood.


None took bare fingers to examine smart phones

So pained by the wind one could hear its distant moan

This had turned into a city full of steam and smoke and coats.


KVJ says, “So it goes.”  “So it goes.”  “So it goes…”


Warm thoughts what we could

Long minutes existed in time unknown

This as we waited in a bus shelter along the road on this dangerously weathered spinning stone.


… Here’s the 3B coming, right?


I can’t see, lenses create ice

Early day twilight wearing these damned sights

All eyes and no view, please help me make it through.


It must be dark as night on this frigid January morning

It was forecasted with forewarning

They said, ‘Stay inside.’ -like run and hide.


We have the Polar Vortex Complex

This is not Global Warming*.


This is a place where all inside have lost their minds because of ‘things’ being boring.


Thoughts, then I look on

Blurred Metro Transit lights?


Praying it’s not gone.


I am not even halfway there yet

A walk I fast regret.


Lungs feel tight, I start at fright.


Walking, my vision fogged and I forgot the art of breathing

Ice crystals formed on my lashes not for the better of seeing.


-Seething, I’d not like to die like this, on a near vacant campus

I begged, pleaded, and asked the UMPD for a small ride, I did not gain advantage.


Nothing happened.


Five minutes later my temperature changed

The outside temperature stayed the same.  (Below Something-nearing -50)


I thought, has my nose frozen yet, has carbon-monoxide damaged my brain?

Blackened and blotched flesh-stained.


All was but rearranged, all my ideas of sustain

All my big plans were being choked at the throat

I try manage at maintain.


Things we think about in a bundle

In this frost-bit jungle, the coldest city I have come to know.



Little cold apple, come as they go

Most, (at least), some will stay home.


Temperature of this place we live in

All things we’ve been given.


I must have blindly run off somewhere

Panic gulp puffs of smoke catching air as I passed

Mad dash hypothermic maniac, today I am back intact.




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