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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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Downtown, again
It is September, when my body draws me downtown again. When I crave the Ocean City where I came of age, of my childhood and wild years, the Ocean City where I first met my love. Now I come seeking that second season outbreath, my charged system heady and crunchy on arrival and aching to…
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New here
My son chooses Blonde on Blonde, All Summer Long which is Beach Boys, and Count Basie Best of when he calls now in response to me running my finger along today’s vinyl picks. The strawberries from Sam’s Club are from Watsonville and how the 101 used to smell like strawberries especially this time of year.…
Kel 