2010-01-24
Poetry
On these days, when the sun is out yet the clouds are too, when the air is cool, and the sun is descending toward the point of equinox, while climbing toward, or from, midday, on these days, at this time, the sound is a wonderful blue.
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2010-01-08
Poetry
We live in it.We play in it.Our food grows in it.We do not understand it.We may have been charged with its care.But we do not understand what that means.We name it.We use it.We abuse it.We change it.It changes us.We watch it lap against the lake shore.We watch it roar against the sea side rock.We watch […]
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