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i see the storm we go south in
(or, cypress calling home~) the way it happens is the weight of the wet gray sky landing all in my hair making it so it is all i can breathe of the air backyard woods beneath the three galant ladies triumph tulip poplars ancient mama owl face mother night she prays and prays ladies wet…
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fauna-light, right out there
Each year the wild plot behind my kitchen gets more exciting. Right now there’s lemon balm, oregano and yarrow enough for the taking, healthy rosemary, thyme, parsley, bergamot, basil and lavender, nettle that’s resetting. Chickweed and sorrel, spearmint and fleabane nestle in clumps elsewhere; so too wild blackberry bramble and so many wild messes of…
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Spring
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Wild spaces. Chesapeake forests.
Some week in the later part of fall I cut a path into the forest about where the morning sun comes up, eastward. Most morning times leading up to the winter Solstice I find time to wander the woods, starting at that point. The path winds to the right and immediately through a second generation…
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About here, too
On the side steps between patients in the 2 o’clock sun the white yellow heat is hotter from the drought and that is real, it isn’t close to the sweltering mid-nineties like it was just weeks back but today feels hotter like that bone crunching California sun a line I read once, because the earth…
Kel 