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Slane Hartley

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Nature’s Brigade

We are reminded of its energy, as it soaks and intersperses among the trees’ canopies. The sun sits idly among us, quiet and patient, like…

Oct 14, 2022

Oct 14, 2022

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Life Is

Life is a quick and downward glance. Life is signing your name. See what happens. Life is getting the mail in your slippers. Life is…

Nov 18, 2021

Nov 18, 2021

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When You Die

“Dad, when you die, can I come back as anything I want?” my six year old son asked me.

Nov 9, 2021

When You Die

Nov 9, 2021

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The Space Between

My Dad and I shared a love of trees. Trees were not just there to be admired, but also cared for and looked after. At the time, when I was…

Jul 12, 2021

Jul 12, 2021

Nothing

“Dad, do we come back to life after we die?” asked my son. He is 9.

Sep 18

Sep 18

Secular

Who tells our stories? What voice do we listen to?

Mar 7, 2023

Mar 7, 2023

Sinking

Everything sinks. Everything. Thoughts, potholes, round hips — it, they, all sink. Inversely true, everything protrudes. Everything. Hands…

Feb 20, 2023

Feb 20, 2023

Buried Deep Inside

Thoughts are like a leaves’ shadows that mottle a nearby tree. They are “actions” without distinction. Thoughts are a pattern, we repeat —…

Oct 22, 2022

Oct 22, 2022

Dust Plumes

I recognized something on the side of the road, up ahead, just a few feet from the road’s edge. It was an injured deer, presumably recently…

Oct 27, 2021

Dust Plumes

Oct 27, 2021

The Box

We showed up together as a small “unit”…all, but one, tied together by blood. Each of us were wearing what we imagined to be appropriate…

Oct 8, 2021

Oct 8, 2021

Slane Hartley

Slane Hartley

My background is varied; largely, it is one of seeking, finding, and facing challenges. From this, I have wondered where this comes from, inspiring me to write.

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