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Older Than Ancient

Where the ocean and the continent marry the coast is populated by bays and beaches in rolling noise they spend days and nights that they have kept alive for centuries. In raspberry land the people are prickly thick as thickets … Continue reading

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Resistance

I had a boss once in a grocery store who yelled at his employees to be doing more. ‘When I speak to you, listen,’ he insisted. The work slowed down in silent resistance. A teacher walked up to me and … Continue reading

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Becoming What Has Come and Gone

A handful of drummers, a tribe of howling wolves. The howling wolves join the tribe around the fire. Into the fire I toss one memory at a time. One at a time the drummers drum out memory. Half a million … Continue reading

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Forever Distant

  Inside the color wheel are angels, demi-gods, folk-tales and bibles. Between lemon yellow and gray is fear. Mastering the student does not make a master any more than a bridle and a saddle can make a horseman. Fathering a … Continue reading

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Traveling

Don’t stand walk across the desert across the on and on across having forgotten where is the approaching where is the arriving at hope beyond hoping? Crossing the mountains crossing east to north crossing layer upon layer of pass and … Continue reading

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Elbow Grease

Soup on the fire it’s happening put in a shake of salt two pinches of pepper take a walk in the garden find what you can find to make the soup better give it some elbow grease. Me and my … Continue reading

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Connections To Be Grasped. At.

Half as old as my body has become while my mind has been on the hunt for the phrase expressing the continuity of how so much of the same dry watershed circulates stamina. Every fall I think I may have … Continue reading

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