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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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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…
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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…
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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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Small love letter of thanks
There was a coffee shop in the hills of York County that took up the inside corner of a cluster of businesses. The buildings were grey and made to mimic old german facade, with the hardwood latticing and outlines that always make something in my soul strike. It changed hands, the corner coffee shop, and…
Kel 