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Nothing says you must be good. Their is no need of being one who must make their way to those of the frightfully resigned, who are...

In the evening skies it happens, when love makes its way, when the light of evening fades to a glimmer of shine. You can be the one who...

It stares into the night. Four sides, with offset eyes and lids that never blink. Glossed over, some with glass, some without, looking,...

“Watch close and try to comprehend. Be completely beguiled. Write about it.” Ralph Peck Photograph by John Beaudry

Where is the soft light that brings our day to its finest moment; when we can see those things that are so slight, so much a part of...

Amidst the evil of this earth, Among those who’s black hearts rule, There are those who can manufacture That darkness across our minds,...

When the Bison gather, as nature intended them to meet, they can gather slowly, with their heads seemingly bowed and their backs up high,...

The long branches hang down so softly, From the great tree that surrounds us, With many branches, yet unfolding, softly Like a curtain,...

Leading across the face of things, Two dirt roads, one the crossings, The other the destination tides, As through this sea of wind and...

The plant is so tiny, it’s petals barely there, Making their colors of pink and orange, rock against the great sky, The bee can gather...

None can paint the sky, As well as God can breathe And paint it from here to there. Ralph Peck Photograph by Katherine Girod Myers

Before the storm rocked forth, And spread the dark clouds, And fingers wound down into The city, and spilled its body into Alleys and...

Bring the blue, no light blue, it has to be off pink with a shade of white, maybe a little bit purple, well it can’t be. Leave my color...

When everything seems to be wrong And Earth, as a whole, is bigger than thought, look and find a bee, And a flower, and know that it will...

Their feathers are curled, and wrinkled and turned, their four body’s and eight ugly legs on the pieces of wood that are left from this...

The precious things we have said to each other, are all placed within the strongholds of the sky. They will return to this charge, like...

Should you walk slowly, As the air through the trees, You may see, what I see And feel, what sadness brings. Should you walk swiftly As...

Across this ceiling so reigned by its power, wrapped in feeling, carried with solace, it is there, there for the taking. Ralph Peck...

Pray me through the gates, and on to Heavens’ door, leave me not in the ground, but pull that handle that holds me in, to see your...

The calmest night, whether on land or at sea, has been and shall always be predicted by the red hue of a humble day, and it will make...