Get Real
a poem by Wendell Barry
It may be when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work, and that when
we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.
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Man
Man A misty topped mountain looking over the land Rivers at its feet and forests in its hands Humbled was I when near it I did stand Arrogant is man if those trees he would chop Damned is man if those rivers he would stop Man can’t create ‘cause God he is not When done,…
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Eyes
A short poem I wrote about being incarcerated. No one I knew had ever been to jail and I tried to give them a taste of my experience. Click here to see the poem
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Pilgrimage
a poem by Scott Reese Proving false to every wild promise made Freed from searing scrutiny, I seek the grace of shade. By owning my duplicity, I wed myself to me. In admitting utter bankruptcy, I am finally free. In secrecy, to protect my pride, I hide myself among all those things I hide. Seeking…