Wolf-In-Wool

Vassal to the Dawn Thoughts from a road-weary poet.

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Bom Dia, Porto! The wolf travels to Portugal!

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Inversion Listen to this episode of WolfCast

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StarMelt Nature versus nurture. Some things just happen. It is like the rising...

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Greasy Spoon Reflections Observational writing on a quiet afternoon lunch.

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How to Build a Broken Boy - Hard to Swallow This is part 1 in an ongoing series exploring how sexual abuse structured my life. Before you dive in, be aware, this is deeply p...

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Deliver ME, Boss I watched an artist battle his demons, and I understood completely. Wolfinwool · Deliver Me, Boss I just came from the new Springst...

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Give Me Your Hands If love is the current, then let prayer be the tide — carrying us home to each other and to Him. Wolfinwool · Give Me Your Hands-wlf...

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Her Summer Light Mademoiselle, you are a woman not finished — nor even as you are, like the river is never the same, but never ends, you too are alway...

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A Letter to the Twins Ripped from the pages of imagination to live as a fabricated memory. Dear Lorien and Seren, You have lived in me longer than you w...

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How to Escape from Untenable Reality if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders. S...

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Me and the Quarter Moon Some nights belong to music, some mornings to the sea; the moon binds them together in me. Wolfinwool · Me and the Quarter Moon I. ...

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The One Who Wished Not all prayers are spoken. Some are lived. He wished he could ease the pain As quickly as he caused it. He wished he could see real...

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He wished he could ease the pain
As quickly as he caused it.
He wished he could see reality—
Or to make his wishes real.
He wished to do no harm.
He wished to edify all he touched.
He wished so many things.

What the Crickets Saw Sometimes, love burns too brightly to be held in the palm. Wolfinwool · What The Crickets Witness A streak blurred across the night...

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Light Doors No map could find the place where they first felt seen. A thousand miles between hands and hearts, but only milliseconds through the...

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The Egg, the Chant, the Silence A dream in three movements No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. We are the dreamers and the dreamed, the ...

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Threshold She was never alone. She carried other heartbeats within her. Wolfinwool · Threshold She drifted on a drip of thundercloud, That tu...

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20ccs, of You To be fully seen by someone, and be loved anyhow—this is the miracle of humanity. Tonight I am naked. Fashion’s fabrics Stripped a...

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Tessellations Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him! Wolfinwool · Tesselations Last night, as ...

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Surreal Pillow In the quiet before the day begins in Santa Fe, Today truth stirs like restless horses. Wolfinwool · Surreal Pillow April 23, 2025 ...

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Alcoholic – PART III – Addiction The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because the...

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Tomorrow, the Light There is something sacred about the hush before a spiritual gathering. That quiet space where the mind begins to shift, and the hea...

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November Morning in Ghana I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings. Wolfinwool · November Morning In Ghana Cape Coast, 2...

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Cape Coast, 2010

The fishermen here begin early. Before the sun even thinks of rising, they’re out there—bare silhouettes hauling in nets like it’s nothing. It’s Tuesday, the day they’re not supposed to fish, but a few boats dot the horizon anyway...

Driftwood’s Lament The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all. Red light flashes up above— off: one, two, three, four on: one, two, thre...

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Road Gremlins “Adventure is just bad planning.” —Roald Amundsen Leaving Caprock canyon today. Another lazy morning, we don’t depart until noon. ...

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Leaving Caprock canyon today. Another lazy morning, we don’t depart until noon. The gift shop is closed for lunch. No keychains for us—our souvenirs will have to be memories and bug splatters.

Wealth is Time and Starlight Not all wealth is counted in coin. Some of it is the warmth of a late sun, the company of a soul, and the hush between crickets and s...

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I sprung from sleep with the light of day. I drenched my thirst and closed the window that was giving me frigid dreams. A car door startled me, so I checked out our new neighbor here at the primitive campground parking area.

Where the Road Begins We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away. Head out for adventure. Head out on the highway. Ready for whatever co...

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We chased the day westward, but the light still slipped away.

Head out for adventure. Head out on the highway. Ready for whatever comes my way.

As CamperVan Beethoven rolled away from our cozy hole in the ground, she looked at me auspiciously.

“What?” I proffered.

The Wilderness I am hiking this morning. I am home. In the wild. Nothing but the wind, the dark and the crickets for company at night. Today, the ...

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I am home. In the wild. Nothing but the wind, the dark and the crickets for company at night. Today, the wind is still by my side, but joining the chorus is the sound of birds, the snort of a buffalo and the warm daystar.

Don't Take the Cat Trust is a fragile thing—especially when it comes wrapped in fur and vengeance. Wolfinwool · Don't Take The Cat We care for a cat. ...

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We care for a cat. I don’t love cats, but I tolerate this one.
 She loves this cat. Not as much as the dog she had when I met her, but I can tell this cat is something special.
 Honestly, I wish she talked to me the way she talks to this dumb cat.