William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Tag Archive for ‘Pine Cones’

In Season

I wonder if it’s understood that each page is written with a smile. I wonder if my saying so can possibly make this clear.   In Season To pine is to yearn — love blesses the ripened cones. [ 743 ]

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Harvest

A barefoot journal, written entirely outdoors — why have I never done such a thing? This afternoon, within five minutes of walking out into the warm grass in front of the house, I was renewed and restored. Whatever the time of year, I’m in the habit of going barefoot inside — but it’s not the same. Five hours or five lifetimes — carpet is carpet, tile is tile, vinyl is […]

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