memoir is a fervent passion amidst fading memory
in the light of day when stories take me back in time
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About Steven Mayer
End of the Street
Awakened by incoming surfhaunted by the beach’s siren songI rise and walk around the cornerto the end of the street, the endof the earth, the ocean beyondthe beach stretches northand south, drawing meinto its wonder, avidity alluringreverence transcendingon Oregon’s North Coast. Facing frigid Arctic wind[s]a formation of pelicans gracemy presence, wings barely movingglide close to […]
Slip Slidin’ Away
Still humming, smiling, finally knowing where I am.
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Elixirs of the Gods
Hiking high in the mountains, I seek freshwater streams flowing from glaciers. Cupping my hands for a drink is heaven.
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A Memorable Christmas
As evening approaches, the wind is exceptionally harsh as we walk the two country miles to the village. The stars are so distant, and my hands are cold. [Read More]
Tiny Corner
I am fond
of my tiny corner
of the world: small
towns, beautiful beaches,
artists, writers, musicians.
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Gift
He needs nothing except the sun to come up another day to celebrate his quiet presence on the earth.
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Quantum Skip
I think, therefore I am
a Cartesian dictum in western philosophy
asserts primacy of consciousness
mind knowing itself more directly
than the external world.
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Reunion
She senses that something mystical is peeking over the edge of my bounded rationality, and she tries to hide her delight over humbling a skeptic. Just maybe, God has found us in the middle of nowhere, in the dark of night.
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Questions
Reflection spawns
penetrating questions
searching further
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