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to walk a long mile
green as Moss headed a light in the skyblooms tiny as the lady’s, the saint’s wee flowers pushing the dry earthagainst itself crackingground i count grace we walk a long while, pass three oaks all of us carrying candles litby her flame we walk a long mile under the grey gyres of sky the blossoming…
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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,…
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From The Etiquette of Freedom
“Wilderness may temporarily dwindle, but wildness wont go away, A ghost wilderness hovers around the entire planet: the millions of tiny seeds of the original vegetation are hiding in the mud on the foot of an arctic tern, in the dry desert sands, or in the wind. These seeds are uniquely adapted to a specific…
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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…
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Soul-stice blues
The last time I saw Gretchen was six years ago when I flew out to the Oregon coast to celebrate her. It was 2017 this time of year. For a while earlier this month I kept seeing it there, the side of the road on the Oregon coast. Eventually I just had to get still and sit…
Kel 