Adventure North Poems

Years ago, a young man in Brooklyn wheeled his bike out the gate.
His plan, to cross the land, exact route left to fate.
The first week...

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(Approaching Ingalls Peak, 2012, original oil)

Rites of Passage

Forty-six years ago,
my first winter in the Pacific NW
my first winter break at college,
I headed out to climb...

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it is snowing

slow
monotonous snow
with the patience of a lazy bear
it falls
across the church (now, an antique shop)
on the left, the abandoned house, tonight, wishes
may she...

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2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America

Power outage here within 
mine happy hunting grounds 
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd...

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Canonball  by  Pearcemelville

Canonball  tearing throughtimbertthick
planks 
Canonball  rips thrufleshthroughout
theotherside a hole;:

canonfire        CANONBALL!
   ...

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The experience of leaving the ground was a sensation that she could never have imagined.  Her stomach felt strange and at first she felt...

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“Thank you again for your hospitality, Raðulfr.”  Joulupukki stood and lifted Jessica to her feet.
     “Do not argue with me...

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Lumi smiled and reached out to grab his shoulder.  They passed over the ridge where, as Joulupukki had said, a small hamlet clung to...

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“One completed, two to go,” Lumi said to Joulupukki as he lifted the mud guard in front of them. He wanted to give Joulupukki the...

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Into the dark he stepped, the frozen flakes falling 'round him
The last vestige of humanity, now, lost in the storm's wailing din
The only light to...

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(a five minute poem - sorry, that’s all I’ve got)

I came to the university
to get some needed privacy 
- to learn about the world
and give...

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to see me,
is to remember you.
to touch me,
is to feel you.
to forget me,
is to let you go.
you live within me
and to lose you
is to lose...

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Early season wind,
a butterfly stoop towards:-,
is it to west or east?....

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There was a ranger 
Keen in spotting danger 
Dealing with a hurricane 
Violent storm giving a stage name 
Bringing weather notoriety and fame 
In the...

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