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Our Forest Home

“raindrops feel different in spring / drizzling anxious bark / melting our xylem frosts / pumping hushed hope…”

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The Walk

“is there anything that can heal a body
simpler than morning walks in the spring…”

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She’s Home

“our home awakens
when she enters its warm nest…”

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Be

“as bright as sun
as sure as stars
as dogged as fire…”

Doug W. Evans 4/18/25 Doug W. Evans 4/18/25

Hope’s Tree

“one angry magpie
chases countless birds away…”

Doug W. Evans 4/15/25 Doug W. Evans 4/15/25

Inner Void

“oblivion is a pallid poem…”

Doug W. Evans 4/3/25 Doug W. Evans 4/3/25

Detached Logic

“don’t let a fool’s paradise
cheat you of true paradise”

Photo courtesy of my friend Jessica Crystal

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A Common Thread

“the vastness of the sea
brings me serenity
as I ponder our residue
in her galactic churns of life…”

Doug W. Evans 3/30/25 Doug W. Evans 3/30/25

Sabbaths

“Each one in seven:…”

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Salvation

“How much of our heart
dare we sacrifice
to save one green home…”

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Unchained

“each path led to hope
when we were God’s Promised Land…”

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Infinite Peace

“I’m dreaming of spring
when we arise together…”

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Fripples

“friends splash kind ripples…”

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Forgotten Frosts

“frosted tinder sleeps
beneath winter’s crystal fangs…”

Doug W. Evans 2/26/25 Doug W. Evans 2/26/25

The Art of Ultimate Irony

“…Art begs a question of ultimate irony—
What master should we invest in?
The real prophet — or a real profit…”

Doug W. Evans 2/22/25 Doug W. Evans 2/22/25

My River

“in my winding
eroding passage
to the ocean of life…”

Doug W. Evans 2/17/25 Doug W. Evans 2/17/25

Salt and Light

“a solitary summit of solitude
standing tall—yonder clouds
freed from clamoring crowds…”

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Mamma

“I loved her calm warmth
cancer flung her beyond night…”

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Metamorphosis

“with celestial force
she forged my heart of stone…”

Doug W. Evans 2/1/25 Doug W. Evans 2/1/25

My Avalanche of Darkness

“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”

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