Sap from heart-wood drips-
Honey, no one would call It.
Can you Smell the sun?
Painting by George Inness (1825-1894), 'The Mill Stream, Montclair, New Jersey' c. 1888 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
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Sunday, August 6, 2023
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Lip sticks and stones
The way my name sits in your mouth, at least, you want it to. The 'a' hanging an ellipses on the sound waves. The rattling of conso...
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A year ago this May, in fact, upon this same very grey day- something came over me I found could say, in no other way but to portray, ... -
Natures touch is both gentle and fierce. Homo sapiens trample on her back. The thick skin impossible to pierce. So... -
Failure is all the rage these days. I have been practicing, and I understand the rage. Someone said that melancholy is tragedy handled well....