The Tangled Path

Ice storm

a messy poem-ish thing for our messy not-always-poem-ish world

Apr 1 • 

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February 2025

Following tracks

Finding a little hope in a corner of the wild

Feb 13 • 

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December 2024

Grandpa's horses

Or: go into your dreams and make something from them

Dec 4, 2024 • 

Callie Bates

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October 2024

The leafless season

One morning it seems as if all the leaves have fallen.

Oct 28, 2024 • 

Callie Bates

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September 2024

Surrendering to the current

As I was cleaning off my desk this morning, I came upon an old-school black and white printed copy of this quote.

Sep 30, 2024 • 

Callie Bates

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August 2024

Pale green assassin bug

Your reputation proceeds you—such a name suggests that a close encounter may not be cozy.

Aug 30, 2024 • 

Callie Bates

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A Saint Francis moment

I’m sitting at the breakfast table with my bestie (two childless dog ladies just chillin’) and my mom (not childless obviously but also a dog lady…

Aug 5, 2024 • 

Callie Bates

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July 2024

The summer greening

“Do you not see how many different animals and trees, too, and grasses and flowers there are, the diversity of mountainous regions and plains…

Jul 15, 2024 • 

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June 2024

The time between lives

It was my mom who started noticing signs after my grandpa died.

Jun 24, 2024 • 

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May 2024

Little hawk

I shuddered when I heard it—a hard thump, a body striking glass.

May 16, 2024 • 

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April 2024

Only a breath away

loss and the beloved dead

Apr 25, 2024 • 

Callie Bates

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Creating at the pace you breathe

slowing down to move forward

Apr 11, 2024 • 

Callie Bates

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