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  • 1st st speaks

    pt 1 it starts, Atlantic Seaboard Fall Line Baltimore Maryland Herring Run Jones Falls Gynn Falls Atlantic Seaboard Fall Line Gynn Falls Atlantic Seaboard Fall Line say it again againSay it out loudPiedmont regionrepeat after me Piedmont region Piedmont region Atlantic Seaboard Fall LineRepeat several xPhysiography. repeat againagain again find your ownBeat ~ physiographic i…

  • Those first thick gusts of spring

    We are driving out to the island the second Monday in a row for me, a Monday ago in the buoyant warm of growing moon gibbous round and all those first thick gusts of spring, and now Tom and I, a totally spontaneous date the tidewater springs and gullies high with rain the echo cacophony…

  • To A Young Poet

    I don’t usually write because I’m too busy being afraid of it. Not of writing but the it. It’s more like breaking open a fruit. Not to taste but to see what bleeds out. Here is a country. Here is a person in that country who has no papers but digs holes in the earth, plants trees,…

  • Proclamation.

    With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. max erhmann It’s a real thing I take for granted so much I don’t often see it. Lately especially life is waving it in my face everywhere so the only thing I can do is…

  • i am delirious

    love poem 1. i am delirious w joy on a saturday night day of 181,000 distractions that i stay homeanyway, tend to home agarden of love wet sinking spongy i am fast& home spun so to sit down on quiet winter’s nightthat i get to blue lightening storm come throughspill to dark moon last of…