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Through the Archway By Don Iannone Santa Barbara sun warmed tiled skin— an old soul, half-hidden. An arch appeared, a question. Stairs curved upward like memory. Lamps hovered, unsolved punctuation. The floor— a riddle of motion. I raised my camera, framed and reframed.

Where the Creek Meets the Sky By Don Iannone The trees, naked and listening, lean into the silence that carries down the narrow throat of the creek— a mirror carved in water where sky and limb exchange quiet glances. This is the moment between coming and going— where the world

Low Tide Assembly By Don Iannone The shore, like a cathedral without walls, welcomes the dark-feathered pilgrims gathered in solemn lines— neither waiting nor wanting, just being. The sea speaks behind them in soft, collapsing syllables, its breath foaming against the

Encountering the Neighbor’s Tulips By Don Iannone This morning— they flared into view, red-orange flames lifting toward the sun, bold as a hymn sung without sound. Each tulip, a chalice of light, stood tall— a brief sermon on beauty and the courage to bloom. They won’t last

Where Cosmos Blooms By Don Iannone In Oak Creek Canyon, the world loosens its grip— pink cosmos unfold like laughter without sound, all motion and meaning. Red rocks tilt forward, flushed in sunlight, while pines cast long thoughts across a field lit with the voices of flowers.

Field of Echoes By Don Iannone The flags do not move, except when summoned by the breath of the dead— and today, the breeze is busy. Rows of red, white, and blue rise like ribs from the green earth, each stitch a name we forgot to remember until this one day arrives dressed in

Iris at the Foot of the Flag by Don Iannone On this quiet Memorial morning, a violet iris leans into the shadow of a flag stitched with stars and the weight of memory. The blossom does not salute— it listens. Its petals unfold like soft prayers rising from soil that once drank

The Magician and the Skeptic By Don Iannone He bites the deck, pulling cards from his mouth like secrets— torn from silence, offered to a street of strangers. No smile. Only ritual, a shimmer of suit, the echo of vanished applause. And the young man— arms crossed, eyes

The Afternoon Train by Don Iannone Steel lungs gasp— a groan, then thunder, as the long-bellied beast clangs into the Muskogee yard. Smoke scribbles gray across the October sky, and rails sing a dirge you can feel in your teeth. Somewhere in that clatter, the ghost of a boy—

Monarch Parading in the Garden by Don Iannone The sun folds its warm hands around the crown of milkweed, a pink cathedral blooming in silence. You arrive— not as a visitor, but as sovereign— each wingstroke a slow fanfare to something older than language. No rush, only the

“What the Field Remembers” by Don Iannone The wind folds in on itself where the house once breathed. A stovepipe still points upward, but there’s nothing left to warm. Ash and lath. Lath and ash. Memory smoldered but not extinguished. The barn stares straight ahead— a wooden

Hello friends, I invite you to join me for two upcoming talks about my new book, Kindling Hope: Stories Awakening the Heart. The first will take place on June 19 at the Bay Village Branch of the Library, and the second on June 30 at the Mayfield Village Branch. Both events are

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