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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…
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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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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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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…
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