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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…

  • I am told to write to my Muse.

    I wake up magic. Still smoke in my hair. First thought must get back to tent. It was 31 degrees out and windchills so it felt 20 on the night we first put in the stove, seasoned a week outdoors. Cast iron thick, and on an earthen tile floor. This is when Brigid gets in.…

  • when i was young &

    when i was young & first started talking to god i told iti wanted to work in a rehab for my first real job, and was sure that’s what god would’ve wanted, and then it didn’t come through and i didn’t understand god didn’t want that for mee x e m p tion, explai nation…