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    Trails Into Transformation: Poems, Stories and Pictures
    Trails Into Transformation: Poems, Stories and Pictures
    Trails Into Transformation: Poems, Stories and Pictures
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    Trails Into Transformation: Poems, Stories and Pictures

    By Stephen H. Brace

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    Transformation abounds around and within us. This chapbook's meditative poems, short fiction and nature photographs are collectled from the author's roving eye within this theme presenting them as physical, figurative, and personal expressions. With "Change is the only constant" at heart, the content brings to conscious awareness some of the ways of change which one can not only be comfortable with but also allow it as a natural, sometimes beautiful experience.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStephen H. Brace
    Release dateNov 12, 2016
    ISBN9781370794188
    Trails Into Transformation: Poems, Stories and Pictures
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    Stephen H. Brace

    Graduating from Hamilton College and majoring in English Literature Stephen H Brace has been writing creatively since he was fourteen. He is a founding member of the Manlius Writers’ Group, has taken numerous workshops in writing and spirituality, and read his poems for Syracuse's Palace Poetry Group and other organizations. He has also acted in several roles on the stage and in improvisational and street theater. He is working on an historical novel set in 1617-1618 Prague Castle, Bohemia, in the present-day Czech Republic.

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      Book preview

      Trails Into Transformation - Stephen H. Brace

      Trails Into Transformation:

      Poems, Stories and Pictures

      By

      Stephen H. Brace

      Smashwords edition

      Copyright 2016 Stephen H. Brace

      Trails Into Transformation: Poems, Stories and Pictures

      Categories: Fiction. Short stories. Poetry. Haiku. Photography.

      A Living Room Productions book.

      For readings, programs, and information contact mailto:silencewa_view@yahoo.com

      Cover: Designed by K3 Artistry. Infinite Earth –original art by Stephen H. Brace.

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes: This ebook remains the copyrighted property of the author and is solely intended for your personal enjoyment. It may not be re-sold or given to other people or posted on websites for free access by others. Please buy additional copies of this book if you would like to share it. If you did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use, please return it to your source and buy your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Book cover haiku: Sky and Ocean

      Transition

      On Living Hard Lives

      Haiku: Dusk

      Black Holes

      She From Darkness

      A Dialog With The Blind Man

      Haiku: First Frost

      If I Could

      Reverberation Verb-ated

      The Land

      Mountain Climb

      Silent Perspective

      Path Of Freedom

      Eulogies To My Dog Friends

      The Beauty Of Oriental Rugs

      Haiku: Winter Pond

      And The Characters Come To Life

      Haiku: Balsam

      Who’d Have Thought

      A Word of Not-Doing

      The Choice

      A Few Leaves Left

      Foraging

      Reluctantly Into the Light

      Watching Fruit Ripen

      Haiku: Sky and Ocean

      –––

      Acknowledgements

      A Note to the Reader

      About the Author

      § During ice-out, a path of compressed snow left by snowmobiles on Kasoag Lake, NY.

      Transition

      A shed snake skin lies shriveled and twisted

      Glossy and gray on the dirt.

      Fatigued by the lengthy undertaking,

      Nearby, a new snake keeps watch with no expression

      Until its renewal assumes full form.

      A breeze rustles the old skin,

      Blowing a brief, profound life into it.

      The true life hatches in the still snake,

      Waiting to continue to be.

      On Living Hard Lives

      Orange moon in a clear, disabled sky. . .

      Thought, walking on edges of razor blades,

      Forced into a structure for analysis’ sake.

      There’re many foundries that shape a mind,

      To weaken moral values or strengthen the dark of uncertainty.

      Living’s not a high-wire act

      To walk upon pain of death.

      Habit has a mind, ingrained as it is, as a body has habit.

      Deep down, the foreign soil worth fighting for

      Is a strange land called friend.

      I’m not a being to dwell on past failure;

      I wouldn’t even call it that now.

      A hard life has compensations:

      Akin to walking on one’s knees

      Produces callouses. . .

      Renders indignities. . .

      To be met with strength of mind,

      Tempered with goodness of heart.

      Senseless to omit the feelings with the words;

      The love springs forth to lessen the pain

      Of loneliness or heartache,

      And of seeing the dead,

      Under an orange moon,

      Walking to keep themselves alive.

      The birds are quiet after a hot day,

      and the crickets chirp.

      The earth is cooling off.

      Black Holes

      Black holes are out there,

      Scattered in space,

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