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I go camping solo
I live in the mid-Atlantic coastal tidewater region, near the top of the northern most habitat for native bald cypress swamp on the east coast of the States. We are 20 to 30 minutes of backroads away from the most tender, unique and ancient public habitats you could imagine, making me endlessly grateful for state…
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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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In all the green and wild winds.
Yesterday I had dozens of things to do-ish. Like the world won’t stop if I don’t get to these things do-ish but there’s my suitcase still unopened outside my bedroom door from the trip to Buffalo last weekend there’s a gross needs cleaned out fridge, there’s recycling needs running and so on. Already the night…
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key bridge in the distance
for weeks at a time i am convinced the gold bells ring from the other side afloat on sea wind, they drop bigger than dimes taste heavenly as sacred fruit dish of soft, the sweet the bitterephemeral light pause, the delight of air at once inside immense, the exalt plum of quietnessthe warmth, the tenderness…
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Changes of season song
The sunlight that no matter how clear and contrasted was like a blanket’s pulled up on it bc of that dark. The uppershore ppl in my dream and especially what they were peddling. Fall Equinox week, 78 degrees in the hurricane-clean, bare feet and the hot feel good sun. The signs, pirate smile and wink…
Kel 