take your shoes off go outside tip your face toward the sky feel the cold clean droplets streak your chin…
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HERMIT PSALM
I keep thinking how if I were a hermit-monk I wouldn’t know a thing had changed not unless an angel…
EASY RIDERS
come for supper my dad says, he’s grilling I say we’re supposed to stay inside you’re not sick he tells…
REQUIEM FOR BURR CLOVER
I rip them up by the roots, they are the only plants I hate though to be honest it’s mostly…
2020: Year of Embodiment?
Last week I began taking a class to develop my intuition. According to my teacher, the class is really about…
IN PRAISE OF HIDEOUSNESS
All praise the lepers, praise the boars praise mud and dust and filth, the flies, metal buildings with metal doors.…
Reflections on the Woodshed Year
For so much of the year I was laid up with an inexplicable knee injury, followed by a cancer scare. I suffered choking anxiety and severe depression. It seemed like nothing was happening. Certainly nothing good.
